Lyra was a bit more daring than Avery felt, but when she offered her legs to him so he could undress her, (after nipping his lip, just, yeah he could get into that,) he obeyed orders and slid them off. Her legs were gorgeous, and he was glad she was as freckly as he was. Probably more freckles, actually. His skin looked pale against hers as he crawled up over her, his desire for her quite obvious.
Her thighs seemed to part for him as naturally as breathing. He wanted to sink into her, but he kissed her again instead, one hand looking for the condom and the other going between her legs to stroke lightly over her. She felt hot to the touch, and his arousal pulsed though him. "I want you," he groaned softly against her lips. He had the faint idea he should be drawing this out somehow but he just wanted to be inside her, like immediately.