She had to swallow hard before she could speak, and her voice was still ragged. “You’re wearing too much.” Her hips shifted, slightly, wordlessly trying to urge his hands closer, before she dragged her hands down his torso and pulled them over. Now she was flat on her back, him over her, and she writhed against him.
“Mmm, then maybe you should fix that problem, hm?” he whispered with a teasing lilt to his voice, hips rocking minutely against hers as his hands continued to move in closer at a painstakingly slow pace. As she effortlessly flipped them over, he easily fell in between her legs, the new position giving him a far easier time to rock against her.
She opened her mouth to answer, and was choked off by a full-body shudder, head falling back and eyes closing. “You’re t-too distracting,” she managed at last.