Divine Artifact in a Scientific World

They stood like that for a few minutes before she stood on her toes and kissed his cheek.

Then she moved her head and kissed the corner of his mouth.

Something told him that, unlike Samantha, she needed a more delicate, restrained approach. So he let her take the initiative, at least for the moment.

She kissed him again, this time on the lips, but softly, almost hesitantly. Unlike her earlier kiss in the car.

He leaned down, so she didn't need to stand on her toes, and returned her kiss, gently nibbling her lower lip with his lips.

"Mmm."

As they kissed, she made faint noises of appreciation.

After a few minutes, she brought her hands around and began caressing his chest, then started plucking at the buttons on his vest.

Her movements were more distracted than insistent, so he didn't try to assist her.

Eventually, she undid all the buttons on his vest and slid her hand underneath, rubbing her hands against his pecs. Besides martial arts training, he'd been hitting the free weights, so he had some actual muscle definition.

She slid her hands up, pushing his vest up over his shoulders. He dropped his arms to his sides, and she pushed his vets over his shoulder and down his arms.

After his vest dropped to the floor at his feet, he returned to caressing her back as they kissed.

Her fingers sought out the buttons on his shirt, starting at the top and slowly working their way down.

After the third button, he stuck his tongue out and pressed it between her lips.

She froze for a moment, apparently surprised by the sensation of his tongue touching her lips. Then she opened her mouth and let him slide his tongue over hers.

For a few minutes, his shirt was forgotten as she lost herself in the dance of their tongues. Her faint moans became more frequent.

When her fingers resumed their work, there was more urgency in their motion.

After she undid the last button on his shirt, she grabbed his shirt and began pulling it out of his waistband, her hands trembling slightly.

When she pulled the last of his shirt out of his waistband behind his back, she tentatively pressed her hands against his naked lower back and slowly ran her fingers up his back.

Her warm hands slowly sliding up and down his back send tingling waves of warmth through him. Miranda and Samantha's passionate clutching and clawing at his back was erotic, but Katie's slow caresses were sensual in a way he'd not yet experienced.

He was hard as a rock, but oddly didn't feel a desperate need to rip her dress off and ravage her. Instead, he wanted to caress her in the same way she was caressing him.

After caressing his back for a few moments, she moved to caressing his chest, tracing her fingers along the line of his clavicles and around his pecs. Then she pushed his shirt up over his shoulders and down his arms.

He had to reach behind himself to pull his cuffs over his hands, but then let his shirt drop to the floor on top of his vest.

As they continued to kiss, and their tongues danced together between their lips, her wandering hands drifted lower and began plucking at his belt.

When he felt her fingers pulling at his belt, he reached around and found the zipper at the back of her dress.

With one smooth motion, he pulled the zipper down until it stopped below the small of her back. As he did, she clutched at his waistband.

Then, as he ran his fingers along the silky smooth naked skin of her exposed back, she moaned and let her hands drop to her sides, letting him know she was ready.

He slid her dress off her shoulders and watched as it slid down her body to pool around her feet.

She wasn't wearing a bra, and he could see that her nipples were hard. Her breasts were not large, but on her willowy frame they were just the right size. Round and perky and begging to be caressed and nibbled.

As his gazed traveled lower he was surprised to see that she wasn't wearing panties either.

"Hmm, no underwear. You naughty girl!" he teased.

She blushed, then returned to kissing him, hungrily seeking his tongue with hers.

As she returned to plucking at his belt, he ran his fingers over her collarbones, then down over the tops of her breasts.

When his fingers grazed her erect nipples, she trembled and moaned into his mouth.

He caressed the underside of her breasts and gently ran his thumbs around her areolas, occasionally caressing her nipples with the pad of his thumb.

Each time his thumbs teased her nipples, her tumbling increased. And he must have pushed her over some threshold because she pulled back, dropped to her knees and began seriously working at undoing his belt.

Within moments, she had it undone and was working on his waistband button. Soon she had his pants unzipped and was pushing them down his legs.

He was still wearing his shoes, so he grabbed her hands for a second to stop her and kicked his shoes off before releasing her hands.

She seemed so focused on what she was doing she didn't react when he grabbed her hands and resumed sliding his pants down his legs as soon as he released her hands.

Once his pants were down around his ankles, she paused for a moment, then tapped his right ankle.

He put a hand on the wall next to him for balance, then lifted his right leg. She pulled his pants off his foot, then they did the same with his left leg.

Still on her knees, she reached up and grabbed the waistband of his boxers, eyes locked on his prominent bulge.

Slowly, she slid his boxers down. When his cock sprang free, she jerked back, narrowly avoiding getting booped in the nose by his eager member.

She paused for a moment to admire his cock before pulling his boxers all the way down. They repeated the right-left dance, and she tossed his freed boxers to the side.

Returning her attention to his rock-hard cock, she asked, "C-Can I touch it?"