[She moaned when he rubbed against her, increasing the friction. All that tough fabric grinding against sensitive flesh. She shuddered and pressed closer.] Very good. Like looking at you. Almost as much as I like touching you. [She reached for the zipper on the side of her skirt, pulling it down and then tugging the skirt up over her head. No way she was moving from his lap if she didn't have to. Once she was completely naked, she let her hands roam over Sam's bare shoulders and chest.]