Musebox

Her mind raced, and every sense felt heightened, screaming for more. She wrapped her hand around his as he entwined their fingers, her body igniting with desire. The shadows coalesce to reform her other arm, fingers gliding along his ribs, exploring the muscles of his abdomen and venturing further down, pausing at the waist of his jeans, tracing the fabric and finding the buckle of his belt. Though she had never done this before, every part of her craved it. Instead of continuing, her hand slipped from the belt and moved up her own body, quickly reaching her chest. She slipped her fingers under the fabric of her bra, slowly pushing it upward.