[He draws the shirt up above her breasts, then reaches behind her to unhook her brassiere - not as clumsy as he'd been, once upon a time, though it still does take a bit of fumbling. Those words give him pause, though, and he looks up from her breasts to that half-familiar face - ]
I...there are not precisely many...contexts when I would.
[But embarrassment, shyness - even jealousy - are somewhat less important than the heat between them. He leans down, half-crouching, to take her breast into his mouth even as his hand strays downwards, underneath her waistband.]
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I...there are not precisely many...contexts when I would.
[But embarrassment, shyness - even jealousy - are somewhat less important than the heat between them. He leans down, half-crouching, to take her breast into his mouth even as his hand strays downwards, underneath her waistband.]