Ella leaned up and lightly bit Matt at the juncture of his neck and shoulder. His hand under her skirt was sending waves of pleasure over her, rocking her closer and closer to a release. He must have felt her dampness and know that she was ready. "Matt," she groaned. Her fingers trailed down his chest and disappeared under his jeans. She palmed him before pushing his jeans down to give him better access to her. "Come on," she begged.