Your body moving against mine, your hands possessive yet gentle, sent shivers down my spine. I gasped softly, arching into you, my fingers digging into my palms as they were now pinned away from you, giving up any and all control of myself to you. My hips rocked against you, meeting your movements with eagerness and demanding whimpers. I was very quickly growing impatient, a low sound starting as a growl and ending as a whine escaping from my throat. It was almost torturous, feeling your member moving against my dripping slit and not yet inside. I bubbled with anticipation, despite my impatient greed I knew it was coming,my needs soon to be met. I squirmed, failing miserably at keeping my composer, not that I was really even trying to begin with.