...ower back, as she leaned further forward, pressing himself up into his lips. He angled down, pushing her against him, their bodies molding together, compatible in ways they could never even have thought of. His hand slid under her shirt, pressing against the tender flesh of her hip. Then as if under a spell, his hands inched their way up to her stomach. He let it stay for a while there, savoring the smooth touch of her skin. Gwen groaned a bit, the warmth of her cousin's hand on her stomach a feeling so familiar, yet so foreign.
After soaking in the warmth of Gwen's skin, Ben's hand slowly traveled further upward to Gwen's breasts. He cupped her breast over her bra, gently grazing the soft nub, which instantly hardened under his touch. With another little moan of pleasure, Gwen further tightened her grip around Ben, pulling his lips more urgently to hers, her free hand reaching out to undo his shirt, and then the rest of his clothing. As their lips pressed against each other, a raw passion eroded from within them.
Ben slowly drew his lips away from hers, and brought them down to her neck. He showered little butterfly kisses on her neck as his hands slowly undid each button on her dress, gently touching her skin with the back of his hand. He further moved his head downward; his lips in the valley between her now-bare breasts, as hi...