Broken Trust

Julian climbed on the bed with my arms and legs still wrapped around him, laying me back on the comforter gently.  I moaned as the pressure of his body came down over me and I felt his hardened shaft through the material of his pants pressing against my core.  His hands roamed my naked body, pulling and twisting my nipples until they were stiffened peaks, dropping kisses along the sensitive skin of my throat. 

My hips thrusted up, pushing myself firmer into his hard body as my fingers began nibbling unbuttoning his shirt, I got halfway down before I slipped my hands inside the material groaning in frustration when instead of the heated skin I wanted, my fingertips instead brushed against more fabric, this time of the undershirt.

"Julian, one of us is severely overdressed."  I moaned into the side of his neck as my teeth nipped at the sensitive flesh of his throat, he tasted salty and I didn't particularly find it unap