[She sucks in a breath she doesn't need at the brush of his fingers beneath her bra, and again at the press of his hips. Her fingers clench against his head, reacting to the warm thrill that goes through her stomach. It's been awhile since she was with someone this bold; usually she had to put Danny's hands on her herself.
Maybe next time - if there's a next time - she can take the time to run her eyes and her hands over Amos' chest, his arms, his back. Maybe, once her chest feels less full of fire, she can kiss the marks and the scars she glimpses there, smooth over them with her hands. She'd like that, even if he wouldn't.
For now, though, she just reaches down to pluck at her bra with her own hand, tugging it over where Amos' hand sits. This is already going fast, but she's ready for it to speed up a little more.]
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Maybe next time - if there's a next time - she can take the time to run her eyes and her hands over Amos' chest, his arms, his back. Maybe, once her chest feels less full of fire, she can kiss the marks and the scars she glimpses there, smooth over them with her hands. She'd like that, even if he wouldn't.
For now, though, she just reaches down to pluck at her bra with her own hand, tugging it over where Amos' hand sits. This is already going fast, but she's ready for it to speed up a little more.]