He could barely catch a breath as Lyra flattened him before she was kissing him again with so much need. He kissed her back just as hard, barely preventing teeth from clashing as he let go of her breasts to fumble with her bra, taking far too many goes until it was undone and he could toss it aside and reach between them to open her jeans and shove clumsily at them so he could somehow get his hand inside the tight fabric to touch her, too impatient to wait until they were naked. But she wanted him, and he liked that. A lot. "Want you too," he gasped out between desperate kisses, feeling the hot wetness of her under his fingertips.
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