“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.
“How do you mean?” he murmured and surprised himself with his coherency, before shivering and rocking his body back to press into her hands, eager to keep the contact going. As she tugged him closer, crushing him against her chest, he whimpered and scooted forwards a little.
Her answer got lost in a deep, desperate groan when he shifted again and pressed right into the space between her legs. She dropped her head back, exposing her neck, and shuddered against him. “Hands, please,” she said when she could find words again.