Summer nodded, almost convulsively. She had to shift, bending her arm awkwardly to keep stroking him while his hands were busy with her jeans. She could feel the twitch and leap of his cock under her hand, with the motions of his hips, and the burn of desire in her own body. Having him so close was almost painful.
Slowly unbuttoning her pants so that he had more room to move, he tentatively slipped a finger inside of her and let out a faint moan at the sensation. Bucking up into her hand with increasing desperation, he knew it wouldn’t be long, and he pressed his mouth against hers in a needy, bruising kiss.
He shifted so fast from exploring to pressing inside her, the unexpected pleasure of it spiked through her skull. Her hand closed on him, much tighter than she meant to, and she cried out. Panting and whining, she squirmed both hands to bat at her waistband, terribly desperate for more than he could possibly give while she was still clothed.