[That shirt, damp from the moisture and humidity of the spa, clings to her skin in a manner that leaves so little to Noah's imagination. His fingers trip on themselves lifting her shirt up and off, slowly baring curves and skin that are familiar to him but a lot more intimate given the setting. All that's left is her bikini, but for the moment, that can wait.]
Might as well.
[Right. He'd been so distracted by Mio that he'd forgotten what he was even wearing. Similarly, Noah slipped on a loose tee over his swim trunks, something easily pulled off overhead and thrown aside. If Mio feels that she was denied the privilege of undressing him herself, he's still got something left for her to take off.
Later. Right now, he has a chest to pay attention to. Noah hooks his arms loosely around her and guides her forward, bringing his lips to her collarbones, the swell of her breasts, the space between, to layer her in kisses and gentle bites. Her bikini top is in his way, but he's working on that, one palm flat against the small of her back while the other inches its way up and tugs slowly on the thin little strings keeping her modest.]
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Might as well.
[Right. He'd been so distracted by Mio that he'd forgotten what he was even wearing. Similarly, Noah slipped on a loose tee over his swim trunks, something easily pulled off overhead and thrown aside. If Mio feels that she was denied the privilege of undressing him herself, he's still got something left for her to take off.
Later. Right now, he has a chest to pay attention to. Noah hooks his arms loosely around her and guides her forward, bringing his lips to her collarbones, the swell of her breasts, the space between, to layer her in kisses and gentle bites. Her bikini top is in his way, but he's working on that, one palm flat against the small of her back while the other inches its way up and tugs slowly on the thin little strings keeping her modest.]