"At least that way you get to wear my clothes again."

His teasing words were quickly laced with small, yearning moans when her hand came close to where he wanted to feel it. No reason to hold back anymore, instead he allowed hips to jerk against her touch, biting his lower lip hard.

With his head falling to his side again, his neck where she had left her marks, was openly presented as a proof that he enjoyed it just as much, whatever she was doing to him. And hardly could wait for more now that his focus shifted.

Under too much annoying fabric, a good share of salty fluid covered his too sensitive skin, and damn... If she went on like that, there would be quite more of that before he could get out of these fucking jeans.

"Fuck... Need you, Nat..."