Will felt breathless as Molly stripped off his shirt, a shiver working through him that had nothing to do with the temperature of the room. He put his hands back on her hips, sliding his palms upward and taking her shirt along with them, working it carefully and gently over her head. Her hair tumbled back down around her bare shoulders, and Will licked his lips as he lowered his gaze to her chest, admiring the soft, pale swells of her breasts beneath her bra.
"You have the prettiest underwear," he told her as he moved one hand to cup the delicate fabric cradling one of her breasts, his thumb moving automatically to rub her nipple, teasing it to hardness.
"Is there sexual magic?" he asked as he raised his eyes to hers again, his own dark, his tone huskily teasing.
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Date: 2016-01-17 07:38 am (UTC)"You have the prettiest underwear," he told her as he moved one hand to cup the delicate fabric cradling one of her breasts, his thumb moving automatically to rub her nipple, teasing it to hardness.
"Is there sexual magic?" he asked as he raised his eyes to hers again, his own dark, his tone huskily teasing.