Lily rocks against him and she can feel him, hard against the inside of her thigh, enough to make her groan softly against his mouth. She reaches behind her with one hand to unhook her bra, wanting nothing more than to get their clothes out of the way, wanting to be able to feel his skin pressed against hers. Wanting him.

"God," she murmurs, pulling back enough to slip the straps of her bra off her arms, letting it fall to the side. This is a good end to the night or a very good start, it doesn't even matter. What she wants, the only thing she wants right now is him. And that's good. One thing at a time. Her hands fall to the waist of his pants, undoing the button before she presses her palm against him, rubbing slowly.