When she lifted her arms, he tugged off the damp top, and then caressed the fleshy undertow of her breasts with adept fingers. She arched her back to offer him more, and he took his fill of soft skin until she stirred and tore at his shirt.
They quickly peeled and pulled away clothing so flesh could find flesh. As Gianni skimmed fingers along the inside of her thighs, Erica purred with delight and trembled beneath him. His name, and his name only, became her personal mantra as she whispered it with growing pleasure.