She looked back up at him. They were such an unlikely pair, but despite the odds, they'd managed to stay together and make it work. "Take a picture, it'll last longer," she said in response to his staring, and she was only halfway teasing him as she reached behind her to unclip her bra and slide it off to the side.
He laughed quietly, just a small hah at her, and his hand joined hers to pull off her bra, making sure it joined their growing pile of clothes on the floor. Her message was pretty damn clear hurry up and fuck me and he was gonna, oh fuck yes he was going to, and he was going to employ every bit of mental discipline he could summon in order to keep himself from thinking about how long it might be before he could fuck her again. His hand was on her breast as soon as her bra was gone, as rough and hungry and needy as their kisses had been - as they still were, when he kissed her again.
She smothered a needy moan against his mouth and reached one hand down, sliding over his abs to his waistband to clumsily pull it open so she could push her hand inside and touch him. It didn’t take much for him to get hard for her, and the feeling was mutual as she felt heat between her legs too as they kissed. She dragged her teeth on his lower lip as she wrapped her fingers around his dick as best as she could.