A moan escaped her chest as her breath caught when he bit down again. She arched beneath him, as the hand on his back flew closer to his shoulder blades, griping tightly, nails digging again.

She had managed to tightly wind one leg around him. Clothes were seriously starting to get annoying and he seemed to be all but ignoring them right now. Her free hand quickly moved down his ribs to his pants, getting rid of the belt and working on that damn button. She highly doubted that the skirt would be much of a problem. Besides, she didn't even know where the bra went.

She couldn't help the deep gasps for air turning into shudders and moans. Actually, she found that she was quickly losing herself in it all, too.