Adaline Bowman

He kissed her thumb gently, a small, gently wet gesture, before he leaned in a bit to kiss her jaw, her neck, and slowly down toward her collarbone. He kept his hands discrete under her dress, shifting her skirt around just a bit so that it fell over his knees and accommodated a whole array of movement underneath it. Most of those movements largely involved him gently trailing his nails up and down the back of her thighs, from stockings to panties, as he kissed, slowly, toward the swell of her breasts.