Her fingers twisted into the fabric as they started again. He moved his fingers down and caressed the skin on the inside of her thighs, moving his hands higher and closer until he felt how wet her need was. Xxnx With one hand, he teased and pinched a pert nipple, with the other, he grabbed his napkin and dabbed at her neck and hair, cleaning off the red wine. He was staring at a lock of wine drenched hair that was curling over her forehead. The pressure enhanced the growing need in her and, since he was still holding her hands captive, her body arched and writhed under him, responding delightfully to his actions. The fingertips of his other hand massaged her other breast, cupping it, squeezing it, until he eventually took the nipple between his thumb and finger and squeezed.
