Fingernails scratched lightly against denim before she allowed her touch to hook into that fold over his zipper, inching up against his jeans until she could tuck her fingers against the buckle to his belt. A healthy tug of her fingers and she was moving through routine, nearly an automatic feature of knowing which notch he set his belt to. It came undone easily, her fingers shifting away from the leather strap to the closure with one fluid motion.

Her teeth caught against his tongue for a moment, just a teasing scrape of contact before she returned her tongue to explore the depths of his mouth. She couldn't keep quiet the soft murmur of sound that came loose as her fingers tugged at the zipper to his jeans, moving the denim apart with her fingers as her thumb and forefinger continued downward between her thighs. A simple shift forward, just a slight one at that and her hand could fit beneath the loose cotton of his boxers and the taut pressure still remaining from his jeans. Not that it mattered, what she was looking for was damn easy to find at this point.