His hand under my breast moved again, that long finger curling upward and brushing against my nipple. I moaned against his skin. "Babe, you feel so good in my arms," he said, pulling my head back and kissing me again. I worked my hands between us and freed the buttons of his shirt. Soon, I was caressing the firm muscles of his chest and stomach. His hands didn’t stop moving under my blouse, leaving no area of my upper body unexplored.