It's a struggle between wanting to get my shorts off and focusing on kissing her again. In the end I manage both with a growl and a sort of primal ferocity. The shorts get all but ripped off and the kiss is even more fierce than before, an indication of just how badly my body wants this, wants her.

In contrast, my hands on her are more delicate, enjoying the smooth feel of her skin and the hard muscle underneath. She's capable of being fierce and soft so I don't see any reason not to enjoy both aspects of her.

"On."

It's more of a plead than a demand, she was only off for a few seconds but I miss the contact all the same.