Erin’s moan of desire was muffled against his lips as he ground against her.   It was only a small clue as to what he was hiding inside his pants but from what she could feel she definitely wanted.  The feel of his hand as it snacked under the flimsy material and cupped her breath was like fire and the nipple tweak just made her gasp “oh.”    She wriggled beneath him, more to make her skirt ride up than to get away from him, freeing her leg movements a little so she could bend one knee beside his hip and settle his bulge more intimately against her.