Feeling a hard heat between your legs, pressing through two layers of fabric. A warm wet slit, petals opening and the barest suggestion of a nub.
Soon it’s not so dry as the moisture defies barriers. Heated kisses are exchanged and grasping hands pull off upper layers. Moans and gasps are traded as teeth bite lips. Nails scratch skin that’s nearly blistering at the heat.
Finally, all barriers are removed and the wet, white-hot lust can be held back no more. You plunge together, voices soaring.