Everything was way too warm even though his boxers was the only article of clothing that remained on his body. It was the way that Freddie looked and the way that she touched him and good God he was painfully hard. Painfully. His hips pressed into her hand as he took a deep breath.
Rhys blew lightly across her breast so he could watch the goosebumps rise. Then he planted a small kiss against the underside of her breast. His hand stopped its teasing and slid underneath her panties. There was a sharp inhale as he slid a finger into her folds and barely grazed the sensitive nub there with his fingertip. He rubbed against it in a gentle, teasing manner. There was no way that he could stop himself from moaning. She was so wet.
"I can't wait to slide into you," he said as he planted feather light kisses across her chest.