He pushed one hard thigh between hers, tilting his pelvis so that she could feel his erection. Then, still holding her hands in one of his, he eased his free hand between their bodies and unbuttoned her shirt while his tongue was still in her mouth, arousing her. She flushed as he pushed his fingers under the edge of her bra, pulling the cup down to bare one breast and her nipple tingled where he touched her. He made a small sound of triumph in the back of his throat as her areola puckered under his fingertips, the nipple hardening almost painfully. And as he did the same to her other breast, baring and teasing the nipple with his fingertips, she couldn't help responding, growing warm and wet and puffy between her legs.
As if he could sense it - or maybe even scent it - he slid his hand over her bare stomach, deftly undoing the button of her jeans. He lowered the zip and pushed his fingers under the edge of her panties (lime matching set), cupping her delta for a second, before delving further, parting her lips and rubbing her clitoris. She couldn't help but moan, deep in her throat. He continued the slow torment. How did he know that she liked fighting him, that she liked it rough, especially when she was in this kind of mood.
He bent his head, this time sucking one nipple. Her knees buckled slightly, as his teeth bit gently into her flesh. She forced herself not to cry out in pleasure, holding her body as tensely as she could; he guessed and changed his approach, his mouth softening and coaxing, the tip of his tongue teasing her nipple. He released her for long enough to blow on her spit-slicked skin and she couldn't suppress a shiver. She felt, rather that saw him grin and take her nipple back into his mouth, sucking hard. And when he put his hands back down her jeans, she was even hotter and wetter.