He slips his hand under her dress

He kisses her passionately as he grabs the hem of her dress and slides it up her legs, holding it at her waist with one hand while he slips his hand into her undergarments with the other. He first feels her soft tummy. Then he moves down further to her hair. He strokes the coarse hair tenderly for a moment before plunging further. He feels the slit of her sweet womanhood, and runs his finger along the opening, bringing her wetness up toward her clitoris. She moans against his lips and pushes her pelvis against him, begging him for more. He moves her backwards, until they hit the chaise lounge. He pushes her down gently to a sitting position, never losing his touch on her vagina. As she sits, she instinctively spreads her legs slightly, making room for his arm and subconsciously inviting him in. He pushes her dress off her thighs and pulls her undergarments down off her legs sensually. She gasps as the cold air hits her body. He positions himself between her legs, face just inches from her vagina. He breaths in, smelling her.