She moaned, dragging her mouth down to kiss any part of his face she could reach and rocking up into him. With both hands she tugged his shirt up, fingertips curving into his skin. “Isaac, god, Isaac,” she murmured, hard and needy. Her breathing rasped against his skin.
He knew he wouldn’t be able to do everything with her, not yet, anyway. His body definitely wanted to though, as the sensation of her shifting against him caused him to react in the expected way, but his mind protested to the act. Panting though, as she tugged his shirt free, he moaned and pushed forward, shivering at the increase in contact.
“Can you just,” she pleaded, face buried in the crook of his neck, hands roaming his back, “can you just — I need to feel you.” Her hands scrabbled over his back, clinging and clutching and pulling him closer.