"Oh god," he breathes against Joyce's mouth when she touches him. He pulls her closer and his hand glides over her side, touching whatever skin is offered to him, before his palm slides over her breast again.

She's so beautiful. Her skin is soft and warm and Hopper kisses her throat, her collarbone, the top of one perfect breast. His tongue circles her nipple before he takes it between his teeth, biting softly, a shiver of heat running through him.