After biting her shoulder, I kissed the spot carefully, soft, lingering presses of my lips against the warm skin where my teeth had left faint red marks.
I tasted her there: faint salt from her sweat, the clean sweetness of her perfume, and something uniquely Sofia, warm and addictive. My tongue flicked lightly over the bite, soothing the sting while making her shiver harder against me.
Then I placed both hands on her shoulders, thumbs brushing the thin straps of her dress, and kissed her neck slowly, trailing open-mouthed kisses down the sensitive column of her throat, then lower to the upper swell of her chest. My lips brushed the creamy skin just above her cleavage, tasting more of her, sweat and arousal.
She arched into every kiss, head tilting back to give me better access, soft whimpers escaping her lips.
