In the back of his head he was remotely aware of the fact that the pizza should be here any minute, that there would be a knock at the door trying to interrupt what was going on. Most of him didn't care, he was completely involved in what was happening, unable to process anything else outside of the fact that he needed her. The feeling was so strong, there wasn't any real name for it, but he could feel it spreading throughout his entire body, cause an adrenaline spike through his system.
Hearing that gasp came from her lips only spurred him, made him want her more. Her leg was slid loosely around his waist and he could feel her hips moving up, they were both desperate to create the friction they wanted as they rocked against each other. Everything was happening so fast and all at once, it was overwhelming. His lips had never left her own, the taste of her so fresh, and he was eagerly exploring her mouth while his hands cupped her breasts, squeezing gently.
When the kiss was finally broken, he was almost panting, though he didn't want to stop. Arms lifted when he felt her tug on his shirt, and he quickly helped her remove it. He couldn't wait, he just knew he couldn't, though he was aware they would soon be interrupted. Hands moved down and deftly unbuttoned his jeans, shoving them off as fast as possible. He was left only in his boxers, which were struggling to contain the large bulge that had formed in the front of them. He pushed his hips back down slowly until he was grinding against her again. there was much less inbetween them now, and it heightened the sensation.