It still wasn’t quite enough. Summer arched, pressing closer, desperate for more. She sank her fingers into his hair and tugged, tugged until he lifted his head and, barely even aware of the demand in her voice, she said, “I need you.”
Letting out a muffled moan of delight, it took him a few seconds to register that she was tugging his head away, and his brows furrowed together, tongue flicking out to lick at his lips. He smiled then and nodded, wordlessly coaxing her legs apart as he shifted his hips, moving closer to her.
The edge receded, just enough for her to object, “Why are you /wearing/ so much?” She pushed herself up, dragging at his shirt, although she had no leverage, and ended up collapsing back down, laughing breathlessly. “Off,” she demanded, on purpose this time. “Everything. Off. I need to see.”