"What took you so long?" The words came out thirsty. Each syllable caught on the raw, dry anticipation that had been lodged behind her teeth for far too long.
Sherry's chest rose and fell in quick, shallow waves beneath the thin red fabric of her top. The material clung to the full, soft weight of her breasts. Her nipples stood tight and straining, clearly visible as hard points pressing against the knit.
I let my hands drift downward. My palms settled heavy and deliberate against the dip of her waist. My fingers spread wide, pressing in with possessive strength. I felt the subtle give of her warm flesh beneath the fabric and the faint tremor that rippled through her muscles at my touch. Using that solid grip, I pulled her closer, my weight shifting forward to crowd her space.
