Pestilence pulled her dress over her head, leaving her almost naked in his lap. She could have just as well been naked, too, her bra and panties little hindrance to his hands. His fingers were on her and then in her, and oh, it was perfect and she wanted him, more of him, all of him.

His mouth settled on one of her nipples. She could have melted right then and there, in his lap, his hands and mouth driving her crazy with need. With a great deal of self-control she managed to concentrate on the task (literally) at hand, continuing her work on his erection. With one hand she started unbuttoning his shirt. It was a bit difficult with one hand, but she didn't want to stop touching his hard member. She couldn't stop touching it.

She was nervous, yes, and even fearful, but she knew what she wanted and she wanted Pestilence.