The kissing is good and I lean in, breathing softly against his lips as I reach to pull him closer. I'm not wearing this for my own amusement. Okay, not entirely my own amusement, but I want him close as close as we can be and closer. I'm beyond ready for this and I cup his face with one hand as I run the other down his chest, feeling the muscle beneath my palm. Eventually I stop, tugging lightly at the band of his pants, almost asking permission to go further.