The lack of friction was -exactly- what he was aiming for, and he was glad to note it. He was still panting, chest heaving as he searched for air even as his mouth claimed her ear, moans echoing hers.

He let out a definitely lust-laced cry as she touched his neck again. The attention given to her breasts did not fade, and even increased as his thumb pressed and pinched, palm massaging the mound.