With her pants off, she finally moved her hands to help him out of his pants instead of in his hair. She squirmed against him, their fight all but forgotten as the only thing that she could possibly think about was that dark need for him to have her against the desk. As her hips rocked back against him, she whimpered and gave a frustrated little growl because he was teasing her so much. Not that she was really complaining exactly, but until his hands were down between her legs, she was going to be frustrated.
Legs sliding apart a bit more at the feel of his hands on her skin, this time she moaned fully. She was wet and heated, slick and ready for him to slide into her all the way to the hilt. And by the way she wiggled against him, she was more then ready.