[It's hard to pull away, even just to pull off her shirt. She squirms, overheated in more ways than one, and tugs him back in for another kiss as soon as her hands are free. She doesn't yet reach back to find the knot holding her chest bindings together. She doesn't want to rush this, despite her body's aching impatience. They're usually so wild and frenzied and she likes that, but it's not what she wants right now. Her heart still aches for reassurance, that this is something fun they're doing together and they're not using each other as a masturbation aid.]
Sunday! \^^/