"Read my mind," she teased, shoving his hand aside and pulling her pants and panties down her legs. He had the right idea and she figured she could help make it happen a little faster if she lent a hand.
He was sweet about wanting to respect her limits, but right at that second, she couldn't give less of a shit. Naked, with her feet still tangled in denim, she pulled the cork off the bottle, feeling her palm turn red in the process. Fuck it. No pain, no gain.