His breathing was becoming erratic, and fitful. He was unable to keep his eyes open, not that he needed them open to see what she was doing. Or what he was doing. Going for broke, he slid her lacy panties to one side, and began trailing his fingers over her warm, moist, opening. Another groan rumbling in his chest, before Will leaned closer to her and whispered. "Is it wrong to want to... fuck you right here?" He wasn't against using coarse language.