"Your underwear is next," Elion said as he got back up from a crouch to stand back up on his feet.
His hands were now resting on her soft thighs, so he slid them up Isla's thighs, leaving a trail of goosebumps rising on her skin in their wake.
He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her cotton panties, feeling the soft feel of her warm waist, his knuckles brushing against her soft skin, and he immediately felt her squeeze her thighs tightly together.
A slow smile spread across Elion's face, and he leaned down, capturing her lips in a soft, tender kiss. Isla melted into him, her hands reaching up to hold onto his shoulders.
Instead of pulling down her panties, Elion's hands continued their slow journey upward, his thumbs brushing against her sides, while his other fingers felt up the length of her back as Isla gasped into his mouth, her body arching slightly.
