Feeling his rough hands gliding across her mounds she'd quickly drop her hands to his shoulders and neck, threading her nails through his nape as his lips burned their trail across her body. The heat between her thighs kindling alive as his weight and presence pressed her possessively into the door. She was finding it hard to focus on his words over what his hands and mouth were doing but managed to whisper out a breathy "I'm sure we'll think of something baby" only half processing what he'd possibly agreed to. Those were conversations and thoughts for another time. Speaking of time they didn't have a whole lot of it until the movers arrived and if she let the man, he'd spend half the night on just her alone, and normally she'd have lovingly taken on that burden.<br/><br/>Instead with far more willpower than it should have taken she slipped her hands between them, feeling his firmness grinding against her hip and stomach, to twist, fumble and finally break free his button, fly and belt. After that it wasn't much work for her warm smooth fingers to disappear in the flap of his underwear and carefully extract that gorgeous cock of his. The feather light grip of her fingers danced smoothly up and down his rod, dragging the sensitive tip and underside against her inner wrist. Loving the feeling of his slippery pre smearing along her wrist letting her stroke faster while grinding down harder onto this thigh. The position was incredibly awkward but the thought of Scar and Puck in the house and the prospect of the movers ringing the door bell any second had her blood on fire.<br/><br/>"Mmm, baby, if you keep that up we're going to create quite the mess" she whispered in his ear as he climbed up the other side of her neck with his kisses. Her remaining free hand grabbed a solid handful of his hard muscular ass before slipping under his shirt to lightly drag her nails down his back as he ground and pumped back into her hand.