Rin arched up towards him as his hands gently began to knead her small breasts. “More,” she gasped as her nails dug into his bicep. Carefully, he moved his hand under her back to deftly unhook her bra. He glazed down at her small, perfectly formed and perky white breasts. He brushed his thumbs over the already hardened points of her coppery pink nipples and she writhed beneath him.
He kissed down her throat and lowered his head to lick between her breasts. Rin moved restlessly underneath him as he started to move his right hand down her side to rest on her thigh. His finger skimmed over the hose she wore right as he flicked his tongue over her nipple. “Archer, what . . .” her head shook, splaying her hair across the table, “Oh God . . .”
She ran her hands down his sides until her fingers met the facets of his armor. With a deft motion with her fingers, she quickly unlatched the armor and he automatically ducked his head to let it drop to the ground. Her eyes widened as she ran her hands down his chest, fingers running over the familiar scars there. Her fingertips tingled over the scar above his heart, causing him to groan in response and close his eyes.
Their breaths mingled in harsh panting as he moved his hand back up to impatiently tug her shirt over her head. She shook herself the rest of the way out of the shirt and wrapped her arms around him. He met her eyes and they stared at each other for endless, breathless moments.
“Touch me,” Rin demanded in a breathy whisper before lifting herself up enough to kiss him again.