Johanna & Barry
Okay, then. Barry glanced up at her and smiled before moving his hands to the hem of her shirt so he could lift it over her head and toss it aside. She wasn't wearing a bra and he couldn't help but run his finger along one of her bare breasts, drinking in the sight of her. There were scars marring her skin, but they somehow made her more beautiful because they proved that she was a survivor and that was an attractive quality as far as Barry was concerned.
He decided to go ahead and remove his own shirt as well and, as soon as it joined hers on the ground, he pulled her close, reveling in the feel of her breasts pressed against his bare skin. It seemed like Johanna was all in for this encounter, so he bent his head to nibble at her neck.
His erection was getting more painful now and he shifted his body, moving so they were both lying down and he could pressed it against her thigh. The slight friction gave him at least a little relief and he moaned against her neck.