He levered himself farther away to yank my dress and thong down my legs. They landed somewhere behind us with a dull thud. Past experience said with both of us naked his focus would shift to his own pleasure, but he surprised me. Instead of settling between my legs where he was one hundred percent welcome, he lay on his side next to me and trailed his fingertips along the curve of my shoulder, over one breast, dipping in at my waist, and flaring out at my hips. A physical silhouette with a barely-there touch I felt in my soul.
