You smile, then rub against her, holding her closer as you notice her hands at the brim of your shirt, making you giggle against her lips at this realization.
==> Pull away from the kiss, then take your shirt off, since she was taking too long to do it.
Oh, that’s better. You splay a hand across his chest, grinning and tracing little patterns down it. The other hand goes to the hem of your own t-shirt. Does he want you to…? Oh well, why not.
==>Pull your own shirt of, then lean in to kiss him again.
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