Moving her head she kissed his neck and his chest through the mat of hair.
She removed the caftan from me and then she kissed my chest.
She wrapped her arms around his waist and kissed his naked chest.
They lay locked together for another five minutes, he stroking her hair, she kissing his chest and neck.
She kissed his chest another time and boldly held him in her hand.
When she kissed his chest, ever so gently, he kissed the top of her hair.
Before he answered, he took the sheet, pulled it back down, and kissed my chest.
I bent and kissed his chest, arching my back to encourage him to rub it, which he did.
She kissed his chest, then tipped her head up to smile into his disgruntled face.
She kissed his chest and looked up at him wickedly.