His breath hisses quietly out over his teeth as he presses his hardness against her, seperated from what he wants only by a few layers of flimsy cloth. One hand slides around her waist, supporting her; the other runs from her throat, down her body, between her breasts and coming to rest on her stomach for a moment before rising back up and finding a handful of what he needs.

His hips are undulating against her now and he's biting at his lower lip, blood rising with every passing second.

'Are we done with dinner yet?'