[He groans softly at the feel of her lips and teeth on his throat, angling his head so she can do more of that with ease. Her grinding, too, her insistence on what she wants and where she wants it, fuck. That confidence is so goddamn hot.]

Yeah, babe, I wanna feel it. I wanna be inside all that heat.

[This is one of those nights he's not going to bother to undress. It would take too damn long. He pulls his hands away from her to undo his belt buckle, and unzip his pants, and that's going to have to be good enough. His hands are back on her as quickly as they can be, and while one curls around her back so he can hold her close and kiss at her collarbone, the other runs up a leg until he can rub his hand firmly between them, in what space he can find despite the seat of the bike.]

No trees here, babe, an' all the bushes are fuckin' spiky. But we always got the bike, an' I can't wait to spread you wide open on top of it an' fuck you hard.