She held onto him as he stumbled them to the bed, watched eagerly as he hastily removed his pants, and helped anxiously remove her own knickers.
His skin burned against hers, the kind of burn that made you beg for more, more. The kiss was hot and deep and only served to arouse her more, if at all possible.
Her hips jerked up as his fingers pressed into her. At his words, her hands threaded into his hair, pulled his head back to look at her. "Yes, I am. Now," she repeated, almost a beg or plea.