The touch to his aching cock has his mouth coming off her so he can let out a loud and drawn out groan. His head lifts to look at her even as he rocks into her grip, eyes dark with what he needs and what he knows, on some level he's going to get.

"Shit. Erica." Her name comes out like a whine and he's moving his hands down to tug impatiently on her pants. There's a moment when he remembers that she wanted his shirts off and he takes a heartbeat to do that, pulling them off over his head and dropping them to the side before he's back to trying to get her pants undone and off. Off. Off now. He's already leaking at the tip, boxers bearing a large wet spot that only gets bigger from her touch.