The kisses, the nibbles, the moaning, all made him just that much more eager. He rolled his hips against her, was fully aware that there was now nothing he could do that wouldn’t get him hotter. His hands reached under the hem of her shirt, pushed the fabric up so that he could touch the skin of her back and sides. A shuddering moan escaped him, and for a moment, his fingertips dug into her skin, but he caught himself before he could do it so hard it would be painful. His hips rolled against hers again. His right hand moved down, the thumb hooked into the waistband of her pants, next to her hip, tugged a little. He moaned again. “You’ve made me crazy, Kei, and I don’t know how you’ve done it…” His words a low and half-sung, though he doesn’t realize it.
His touch sent shivers through her and her moans were heard again. The way he moved his hips aroused her more than anything and it was hard for her to keep it together. While hands traveled around her, the right hand that was stroking his chest became more adventurous and tucked itself under his shirt. She played around with the waist band of his shorts for a while, then elected to feel the texture of his chest; that way, his shirt would be lifted higher and her lips can travel elsewhere. The left hand teased a little by pulling her own pants down slightly. “We can both lose our sanity for a while, if you’re up for it?” she said in a somewhat innocent tone. Her lips kept at his neck and occasionally trailed to the other side.
When he elected to remove his shirt and vest, she removed her own shirt and bra that were dangling hopelessly from her body. She pressed herself against him and felt the chakra do it’s part in creating this atmosphere of intimate sensory when their skins made contact.
Adventurously, she let her tongue escape and trail across his chest, mostly focusing on nipples and pectoral muscles. But her favorite move was to push her hips and the rest of herself against him while kissing him passionately and moaning. His teasing hand under her waste band was beckoning her slightly, so she tugged her pants down a little more and then grabbed shorts and pulled them down an inch. She crawled up to his ear again and whispered, “I think you’ve already succeeded in that love.”