He smiled as his shirt came loose off of his body, enjoying the sensation of her mouth on his throat. His fingers played with her own shirt, pushing it up and holding her around her bare midriff. ”I think you should give me an idea of how much you missed me,” he whispered, his thumbs tracing circles against her skin.
They were both disentangled from their clothing faster than expected. It felt absolutely incredible to have John’s bare skin pressed up against hers. She moaned softly and moved her lips against his slowly. She wanted to take her time. Verchiel rubbed herself up against him in slow, gyrating, movements and shuddered.