It takes most of her focus to actually break the kiss and she looks up at him for a second, a grin at the corners of her mouth before she draws her hands out from under his shirt and unzips the little sweater she's wearing over her tank top. She shakes it off, leaving it on the floor, then presses close to him again.
"You always were real good at this," she teases breathlessly, then presses up to kiss him again.
She's braver than she used to be. In the time since they dated, she's learned a lot about what to do, how to move, what she likes and how to ask what someone else likes. Maybe she's never going to be an expert, but she thinks she knows what she's doing here, at least to the extent they'll both have a good time, and so her hands creep under Chuck's shirt again, pushing it up now, up and out of the way.
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"You always were real good at this," she teases breathlessly, then presses up to kiss him again.
She's braver than she used to be. In the time since they dated, she's learned a lot about what to do, how to move, what she likes and how to ask what someone else likes. Maybe she's never going to be an expert, but she thinks she knows what she's doing here, at least to the extent they'll both have a good time, and so her hands creep under Chuck's shirt again, pushing it up now, up and out of the way.