"Same here," he replied. "I usually dream as well, and I didn't even dream last night."

Grace bit her lip, and smiled. "It must have been all that s.e.x yesterday that wore us out."

Stephen chucked, as he felt her hands on him once more, "That probably was it!" He tried to force himself to concentrate on her eyes only, but the way the blankets were getting pushed down was exposing more and more of her cleavage, which was framed perfectly in a tight, white tank top. Noticing that he was leering at her supple mounds once more, he forced himself to look back up into her eyes. She was watching him with a coy smile on her lips.

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"I do believe you were just checking me out, mister," she sing-songed, playfully.

"Who me? I'd never," played along Stephen, rolling his eyes upwards and pursing his lips.

"Aww, why not? Is it because I'm not showing enough skin?" Grace pouted, and used her free hand to pull her tank top lower still, enough to expose the beginning of her areolas. She shot him a smile that had 'come-and-get-me' written all over it.

Stephen's eyes flicked down to her exposed areolas, yet back up one more time in a surprisingly strong show of willpower. Continuing their little game, he said teasingly, "Still haven't seen anything!"

Grace broke out in a grin, and then slid slowly up in bed. With a determined look in her eyes, she grabbed the hem of her tank top and pulled it off, exposing her b.r.e.a.s.t.s completely to him. "What about now, Stephen?" She whispered, seductively.

He had to admit, the temptation to look was driving him nuts. But he was also enjoying this little game they were playing, and the further they went along, the further Grace was squirming for victory. Trying to imagine anything else but Grace's perfectly formed t.i.ts, he managed to squeak out, "N-not yet."