She arched against him harder, eyes closed and head falling back. Her hands slipped under his shirt to clutch at his shoulders. “Please.”
“I love touching you…” he whispered helplessly, the smile only widening on his lips as he pushed up into her hands, eager to have their bare bodies rutting together. “Please…” he echoed as he coaxed her legs apart, fingers teasing the insides of her thighs as his breathing slightly quickened.
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.