By the time I made it to her hips and thighs, she had turned her face toward the window, her gingery hair veiling her features as she panted. She moved with subtle entreaty, and when my hands approached the apex of her thighs, I could feel the anticipation she was enduring.
When I ran a fingertip over the shaved mound of her p***y, she actually gasped, and another shudder made her back arch, even with its considerable burden. I leaned in, kissing her belly, inwardly amazed as something beneath the skin struck my lips. Claire giggled, reaching up to rub her tummy as I kissed down it toward where she wanted me most.
I took a pillow and gently urged her hips off up the blanket. Stretching out before her, I basked in just kissing and nibbling her thigh. She smelled like flowers and vanilla,
