Much made a muffled noise of appreciation into her neck, and another as he rubbed himself against her palm, lost in the pleasure of the moment. But his body knew there could be more, so much more, and he pulled his hands away from her so he could shed his pants and his underwear properly, and then, then the only thin barrier between them was those white panties she’d flashed enticingly on their way - her skirt didn’t count, it was so short a puff of wind could flip it right up.
The wind didn’t flip it up though, Much did, running his fingers up the gusset of her panties as he kissed her mouth. “Fuck so soft,” he murmured desperately against her lips, pushing her waistband down, barely thinking about the words he was saying, just muttering everything he was feeling. “So warm, so soft. What if I fucked you, here? Do you want me to rattle this door?” he asked, thrusting against her. “Right off its hinges?”