"I do want that, but right now I just want you," she breathed out the words her hips lifting slightly to brush to his frame more than she already was. She needed that closeness, that connection. She wanted it. She wanted him. One of Erica's hands moved along her side and across her hip. She tucked it between their bodies and pressed her fingers against where his mouth had been working her over. She could feel that sensitivity, but she also felt how wet she was. Just at that touch her mouth moved up to his, sucking his bottom lip into her mouth before shifting back to kiss him hard. A low whimper slipped free as her fingers brushed against herself. All she wanted was to keep feeling this good, to not stop that throb that was starting to dull within her.

"So wet," she murmured against his mouth. "Want you, please." The light bit of pleading comes in a near hum of words as she kept up that contact against her own heat.