[His hips arc up for her as he groans against the blanket. As his hands search for something to cling onto, they wander over his own chest, squeezing under the bra to massage his nipple. He wants her hands all over him, everywhere - he wants his hands all over her.

Eyes fluttering, he meets her gaze - wanton hunger and desire in his face.]

I want it. I want it, please...