Sue didn't speak; she just sighed out a long, slow breath at one point, but apart from sinking slightly lower into the bed she gave no sign that she was paying attention to much of anything but our mutual silence.
I moved down her back, trying not to trap the thin cotton of her vest under my palms. Her flush was deeper now, her breaths slower - my own heart was racing. Her scent was gentle, something subtle and herbal, fresh and... intoxicating... like morning mist, my mind flung up - morning mist over dewy parkland, as silly as that sounded when I thought about it a bit further...
I desperately desired to kiss the nape of her neck. But I also knew that we weren't there, and that I would need to let her set the pace for anything she might, perhaps, want from me.
I started to rub around
