Atticus and Fio
"That so? I like messy too, in a different sense," His lips continued up along her neck towards her jawline under her ear, beginning to undo the buttons on the front of her shirt. Slowly running his fingers down to pull them free, and then pulled her shirt open and free of her shoulders. His tongue brushed against her shoulders now as he kissed down, his breathing growing strong and needy as he felt her skin under his fingers, dancing along her stomach.
His hands brushed down and beneath the hem of her long skirt, and down between her thighs over the front of her panties, where fingers firmly pressed and squeezed into her still hidden sex, touching and rubbing with determination, pulling her backside up against the front of his hips, grinding them back up into her.
He groaned at the entire feeling, and whispered into her ear, "Mmm, we'll worry about cleaning after we get a bit dirty. Don't you think?"