I pressed my lips into the softness of her stomach, giving it the deepest, slowest kiss I could muster.
My breath brushed against her skin, and I felt her stomach yield gently under the weight of my lips, the warmth radiating through even the thin layer of cloth.
It was softer than I'd imagined.
It was warm, delicate, and almost fragile beneath my touch.
"Mmm..." she let out a low, breathy moan, so faint it seemed to vibrate against my mouth rather than reach my ears.
Even though cloth still covered her, I could sense the smoothness that lay underneath. It was like touching silk through thin paper. But it wasn't enough. I couldn't truly feel the heat of her skin or the faint tremor of her muscles.
"Do you want to lick it directly?" she asked softly, voice low and tinged with something between teasing and shy invitation.
