She moved both hands to hold onto his upper arms, though one fell back to go over the fabric of her sweater where he felt him creeping up. She let it follow his hand as it went over her chest as she anticipated and she squeezed at it hard when she felt him directly touching her breast. Her other hand squeezing just the same at his arm as her mouth gaped. Her cheeks refreshing their red color because of the contact. Her nipples grazing against his skin made her move her hips faster.<br/><br/>She watched his eyes as he spoke. Her own flickering in the light. His kisses were weakly returned as she was unable to concentrate on them with the way he ran his hands over her. She rolled her head back when they returned to her breasts for the second time with a loud moan. Hearing herself she moved the hand off of her clothing to her mouth with a whimper.<em>When did she ever get so loud?</em><br/><br/>He whispered in her ear again and it turned her body into puddy in his hands. She hardly knew what he said, but the way he said it... She let her hand slide off of her mouth as she lifted her head. They were in a public place still... she thought. But she was still covered up... since he was touching her beneath the large sweater she wore. There was something about all of it that only increased her heat. In thinking of this, she thought of the other thing that had aroused her that day. "C-could I see your brass knuckles again..?" She asked, knowing it was an absurd request she wanted to take it back right away, but it just rolled out of her mouth.