There was no where else for either of them to be at the moment and, with the exception of his phone ringing at the bedside table, she was damn certain that nothing was going to interrupt them either. Her body inched down to rest atop his thighs, her free hand moving from his hair to beginning to tug down at the sides of his jeans; the trapped hand simply content to stay right where it was.

She pulled from the kiss, a soft smirk playing on her lips at the moment of teeth put to her mouth. Keeping a continuous amount of pressure against him as the rest of the motions she was putting to him yearned for balance. She'd tug to the left then the right and soon enough she'd have them down to his knees, which was enough for her to push them off to the ground using her toes and the arches of her feet.

Glancing up the length of his body, his cock hard in her hand, she leaned forward a bit. Her hand found purchase on the mattress, near his hip, as her body stayed over his. Her thumb brushed carefully along him, pressing the faintest of contact just beneath the ridge to his head. Save for the sound of her own breath, she was mostly listening to him. Her eyes locked to his, she watched him, letting that anticipation and ache for him build up, because for as badly as she wanted to claim him in that moment, to just take him into her mouth and let that wet heat of her tongue press to him, she wasn't in a hurry to give him what he wanted just yet.