The little sounds she made along with the ragged breaths only egged Fletcher on that much more. He'd always sought to see to her needs, her wants, and he wasn't about to stop anytime soon. She deserved the best he could offer and he fully intended on giving her just that. And then there were her own gentle caresses. Everywhere her fingers trailed left a path of hairs standing on end and sent a holy if excitement to his very core. Her soft whisper was enough for him to proceed, likely being the last time he'd to her for such a reassurance. He wasn't about to annoy her by constantly asking. She'd tell him if she wanted him to stop, he was sure of it.

With one last loving smile, his lips found the nipple of the breast he'd been hovering above. His kiss and even slight suckle was gentle and tender, bringing it to a taut peak. He left it then but not without trailing his kisses to her other breast, set to give it the same attention as the other.

Meanwhile, his hands had moved up along her thighs and to the waistband of her drawers. He carefully skid his fingers along the edge of them, slipping beneath the top ever so slightly as he slowly began to push them down her legs. He made a point of caressing her bare legs as he went, determined to leave no but of skin untouched.

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