I pressed against her skin and said, "Shhh," asking her to keep quiet.
More please, she begged. "Again."
She lifted her up and around my waist with her legs, bringing our bodies together. As soon as I let go of her hands, she twisted her fingers in my hair and drew me in with a touch of desperation. God, I enjoyed it so much. I pushed her up against the door, but her clothes served as a constant reminder of how much I really wanted to lose myself in her warmth as I shoved her up against the wall until everyone had long ago gone to bed.
As soon as she felt me thinking, her fingers began to trail down my sides and pull frantically on my polo shirt, pushing it up and over my head.
She tensed up against me as laughter from outside filtered in through the open window. Before her eyes finally met mine, there was a lengthy pause during which it was clear that she struggled to find the right words.
