They switched naturally, instinctively, Sophie released his upper lip only for him to catch hers again, drawing it in with slow, loving suction.
Every movement was unhurried, exploratory, full of quiet affection. Their breaths mingled warmly, shallow and sweet.
As the kiss deepened, Stan's hands began to roam. One slid down her curvy waist, tracing the dramatic dip where her body narrowed before flaring into full, feminine hips.
The thin nightgown felt like liquid silk under his palms. He moved lower, filling his hands with the generous, firm flesh of her ass again, squeezing possessively and pulling her closer.
His other hand explored her soft flat stomach, fingers gliding over the smooth fabric, feeling the gentle rise and fall of her breathing, before traveling upward to cup one of her heavy breasts.
He squeezed it tenderly, thumb brushing over the hardened peak of her nipple through the sheer material, fondling its full weight with slow, appreciative strokes.
