Brian had chuckled at Jubilee's child-like impatience after he'd broken their kiss. She made him so happy; it was almost unreal. "Whoa there," she was on his belt with her diligent little fingers working at an alarmingly slow rate. Ugh. He pulled his shirt off, and as his pants were loosened, it allowed for his undershirt to be removed as well - and none too soon. Jubilee was on him, pressing against him and making love to his chest. He marveled at the feeling of her nearly bare front against his, and his fingers slipped around to both embrace her and to unclasp her bra. The pressure of her against his hips and her words combined drove him to his breaking point, as well. Jubilee seemed to be long gone.
"Likewise, love," he assured her, and raised up (his feet lifting a foot or so off the floor) then angled so they fell back onto the bed, slowly. He held her to him all the while, then pulled her upwards so their faces could connect once again. "Like," kiss, "wise." Kiss. His arms slid more tightly around her slender frame; one moving so the hand could caress her neck as he loomed over her, then other moving downward to grab hold of her hip and pull her against him. It was not a bare backside he was squeezing, however, and he quickly began to remedy that - one-handedly. Her pants were tugged downward while his mouth remained pressed forcefully against Jubilee's. "Mmmm."