Her fingers tighten in his hair more, remembering the pleased gasp of earlier. She returns the kiss, lips exploring lips, brushing over sensitive spots, reminded just how many nerve endings rest there as the heat of him slides up each one.

She fights the urge to thrust into his hand, instead sliding her palm down to rest on his hip, just above the waistband of those delightful pants. Her nails caress over his skin, tracing circles lightly.