He moved his hands away from her long enough wriggle out of his shirt, which he tugged out from under him and tossed to the side. It landed in an unceremonious heap somewhere on the floor. That taken care of, he caught her lips again with his, his tongue flicking forward to taste them while his hands tugged at the velcro closure of her bra. It came undone easily, and he slid the straps off her shoulders. He pulled away from the kiss just enough to be able to speak.
"Yes, ma'am," he replied, the smirk audible in his voice, before he was kissing her again, one hand hooked around the back of her head tangling in her hair, the other caressing her back insistently. He rocked his hips into her, letting out a quiet gasp himself at the added contact. He was hard already, trapped by his pants, and then she was still wearing her shorts as well. Damn the fabric!