Gail wasn't wholly sure that she wanted to let go. Yes, she'd been the one to unfasten her bra, and yes she knew she wanted to do this, but when it came down to it, letting go was hard for her. She might just have held her bra in place forever if Grant hadn't made sure she didn't. Threading her fingers into the hair at the back of his neck, she half closed her eyes and relished the warmth of his hands covering hers, a contrast to the cooler air prickling her bare skin. Her bra getting kicked off onto the floor was not overlooked, and if it had been any other bra but her yucky one, she would have stopped him right there and made him pick it up. But it wasn't worth letting go of him. She liked standing so close where he couldn't look at her properly and where she could feel his breathing against her skin.

All at once, though, they weren't just standing together. Between the groping of her breasts and the groaning and the licking, he gave Gail's senses a bit of a start and she held her breath almost until she was seeing stars and until her fingernails were digging hard into Grant's scalp. The gasp she gave when she regained her breath was joined by a squeak like a hiccup, prompted largely by the chill of the bathroom tile on her skin as Grant pressed her into the wall. She wriggled her shoulders, trying to escape the discomfort of the cold surface, but somehow she was warming up so quickly, in spite of the tile, that she forgot to squirm for very long.

There was a wave of fresh heat that washed over her from her head down to her toes when she felt Grant's knee pressing in between her legs. She shifted her foot somewhat, to make room and that small movement left her feeling even more exposed than the removing of her clothes had. She didn't understand it, but she felt the swarm of prickles in her belly and the pressure of her own blood rushing into hormonal overdrive. Part of her wanted to call for a full stop, but part of her screamed for all systems to go ahead and Gail felt as though she was left incapable of doing anything but to let him do exactly what he was doing. Letting go of his hair was proving to be a problem - once it occurred to her to try - but she managed to unlock her fingers and drag them down his neck, across his throat and against his chest, before she hiccupped again. Holding her breath against another hiccup that was threatening, Gail closed the space between her mouth and the front of his throat. But before she could begin to kiss him, she hiccupped one more time.



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