While she opened the bottle, he pulled her jeans and underpants off her feet and then worked on his own jeans, pulling them and his boxers down and off and tossing them aside. He didn't care where they landed. Not like they were going to get away from him and he'd find them later.
Jeff had a few condoms in the pocket of his jacket, but he didn't stop to get them, not yet. They were still playing, so why rush it? He noted there weren't any track lines on her arms, so she didn't indulge in something a few of her neighbors did. That was good.
"Tell me we aren't going to bother with glasses?" he asked huskily, his hands running up her legs.