Her hands fall to rest on the heat of his bare back, on which she can still feel the damp of his shirt. Her grip tightens as he speaks, her breaths still shaking and her eyes a little wide. She's never been touched like this, never been spoken to like this, and it's so exhilarating, so wrong, that it's dizzying.

She moans breathlessly as his mouth devours her breast, her hand coming up to grip the back of his head, holding him to her as her body shifts needfully against the desk behind her.

"Y-you.. you really want to do that?" she mumbles through a gasp, her thoughts sidetracked by visions of everything he says, hardly able to keep up with what's happening.