She does need that breath - albeit her inhale feels both greedy and shaky.
She still has her trousers on, and as thin as the fabric may be, as little barrier as they offer against feeling him hard and rubbing against her, it's still a barrier. Unless he decides to rip her pants off with his bare hands, he'll have to set her down soon. And when he does, she's going for his clothes.
But until that moment comes, she is a mess. Letting out a quiet moan as he rocks against her, pressing her nails against his shoulder. She pushes her back against the wall - cold though it is, she's burning up - and rolls her hips against his, meeting him in one of those movements.
She pulls back from his lips, breaks the kiss to let out a heady pant, and lets her head fall back against the wall.
"I like that," she manages, after catching her breath, sliding her hand over to cover his and guiding them both to fully cup her left breast. "I like this, too - and to be fair everything that's happening right now."
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She still has her trousers on, and as thin as the fabric may be, as little barrier as they offer against feeling him hard and rubbing against her, it's still a barrier. Unless he decides to rip her pants off with his bare hands, he'll have to set her down soon. And when he does, she's going for his clothes.
But until that moment comes, she is a mess. Letting out a quiet moan as he rocks against her, pressing her nails against his shoulder. She pushes her back against the wall - cold though it is, she's burning up - and rolls her hips against his, meeting him in one of those movements.
She pulls back from his lips, breaks the kiss to let out a heady pant, and lets her head fall back against the wall.
"I like that," she manages, after catching her breath, sliding her hand over to cover his and guiding them both to fully cup her left breast. "I like this, too - and to be fair everything that's happening right now."