[But damn if it doesn't feel good, the way new points of contact keep opening up between them, and new sensations continue to preoccupy his attention one after another. There's at least three layers still between them yet but there's such heat when she grinds down onto him, when she pulls his shirt open free and pushes her hands inside. There's no chance of getting her bra off entirely without separating enough to fuss about with her shirt, but loosening it makes enough space for him to get his hand on her, too, brought back around front to work up between the lace and the swell of her breast, feeling her up in much the same way that she's out to do to him.]
But take your best shot anyway.
[It's not enough, not enough, not enough. Later, when the fog lifts from his thoughts and he can consider it through an unclouded lens, he'll realize how unnatural that urgency really is, how spurred on by the effects of the resort and its questionable beverages. For now, though, there's little to contemplate beyond the way her fingers are skimming across his chest, making him suck his breath a little more sharply as he rolls into the touch and closes his eyes briefly against it.]
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[But damn if it doesn't feel good, the way new points of contact keep opening up between them, and new sensations continue to preoccupy his attention one after another. There's at least three layers still between them yet but there's such heat when she grinds down onto him, when she pulls his shirt open free and pushes her hands inside. There's no chance of getting her bra off entirely without separating enough to fuss about with her shirt, but loosening it makes enough space for him to get his hand on her, too, brought back around front to work up between the lace and the swell of her breast, feeling her up in much the same way that she's out to do to him.]
But take your best shot anyway.
[It's not enough, not enough, not enough. Later, when the fog lifts from his thoughts and he can consider it through an unclouded lens, he'll realize how unnatural that urgency really is, how spurred on by the effects of the resort and its questionable beverages. For now, though, there's little to contemplate beyond the way her fingers are skimming across his chest, making him suck his breath a little more sharply as he rolls into the touch and closes his eyes briefly against it.]