She was quick to unbutton her shirt and toss it aside. She was of half a mind to just pull the top open and let the buttons go, but it would be her luck that she'd try it and fail, making herself look ridiculous. Besides, she was impatient, not truly wanting to ruin things. It took a bit of wiggling to get her jeans off without sitting down, but soon enough, they joined the pile of her clothes in the foyer.

She tugged as his boxers while he half-led half-manhandled her over to the couch. Caitlin wasn't against manhandling by any means; it was something she really enjoyed, in fact. Her fingers pulled at his hair on the way over, gripped the back of his neck. She would have pouted when he put her on the couch by herself, but seeing him on his knees between her legs, she got the idea. He would find the gusset of her panties already wet, the damp fabric still warm from her body. She leaned back into the cushions of the sofa to watch him.