She made a little sound of inquiry, pressing her open mouth against his throat. Her hand worked, slow and light, never closing very tightly. Her heart pounded, irrespective of the motions of her hand.
Taking a deep and shaking breath, his hand moved around to tease at the front of her jeans, eyeing her whilst seeking approval. “Please?” he whispered softly and rutted against her hand.
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.