Neither could later recall how it happened, but soon the kisses had gone from experimentation, to passion and emotion, and her top was now coming off of her own volition. He looked down for the first time at her half-naked body, a new twist on a person he'd seen and watch for years but never felt quite THIS way for. But now he could see her in all her beauty: exotic skin and soft curves, fine lines stretched and twisted as she brought her top off over her dark hair and pretty face.
Those cat-like eyes watched his own as he looked down her form once again, from shoulders to breasts, which were small but firm, soft and rounded like rolling hills. He ran his hands down that body, down to her navel where he began kissing his way up. He lips and tongue brushed the underside of her right breast, and she sighed aloud, and he had to keep from exclaiming his own joy aloud. His hands massaged her skin and form, his fingers tracing lines over her jaw and lips.
His own finally wrapped themselves around her breast and he began to move his tongue over her nipple, then graze his teeth over it, somewhere between a light nip and a passionate bite. He exerted enough force to walk the line of passion and pain but not cross it as his sucked on the soft bud, nibbling and running his lips over it. She sighed again, this time with his name escaping her parted lips. He ran kisses and breathes, licks and nibbles around her neck, her ears, her breasts, back down to her navel, wetting a trail down through the valley, deep into her belly, down further.
