When he touched his tongue to her lips, he felt the gasp of her indrawn breath as he made a deep sensuous movement that drew a sweet muffled sound out of her. The taste of her was addicting, pushing him to limits that tested his self control, though he wanted to make tonight hers his limits of self control snapped at some point and he tore down the fabric of her shirt before he could catch himself exposing the tender skin of her upper body to his gaze.
"Fuck." He muttered a low curse, voice strained with self restraint pulled to the edge.
When her upper body was exposed to him, some semblance of her rationality seemed to return to her in this moment and her hands subconsciously came up to cover her chest.
The white lacy bra she wore barely kept the mounds of her breasts hidden from sight, she suddenly felt shy, closing her eyes to not look into his eyes.
He wanted to fix that night, he said.
Did it mean that...he would sleep with her again?
