He removes her shirt

He craves her skin. He slides his hands away from her breasts and reaches down to pull her shirt up. He stops as it reaches her neck, exposing her loosened bra resting on top of those beautiful mounds. He can see the bottoms of her breasts underneath the bra and he feels his cock erect further. He slowly positions her arms to aid in the removal of her shirt, she readily helps him, eager for his touch - he moves the shirt over her head, off her arms, throws it down the stairs. He smiles at her as he begins sliding her bra straps off her shoulders ever so slowly, teasing her. Once the straps are around her biceps, he leans down and kisses her shoulders as she pulls her elbows out of her bra. He holds the bra cups to her nipples - all he has to do is lift and her breasts will be all his - but he pauses. He lifts the cups off her breast, tantilizing her. The bra get thrown down the stairs with the shirt as he feasts his eyes on her perfect breasts. Her nipples erected before his eyes, the cool air arousing her.