Which is enough to cause Clem to roll her head to the side, giving him better access to her neck. The desire to rub herself against him, to grid her face into his neck, is strong.

The comment causes her to blow a raspberry and reach for the hem of her dress. It's up and over her head in a second; soon it's gracing the floor - and underneath she's wearing nothing but thigh-high stockings and her heels.

Clem leans back and lets Tommy admire her. "Am I worth the wait?" She lets him enjoy the view while he can, for she has plans for what's straining against that open fly.