She arched a pale brow at him, but leaned in to kiss his neck, running her hands into his hair. As she trailed kisses up to his ear, she slowly started to grind her hips against his lap.
Svetlana hadn't had sex before, but she had been well informed on how to please a man. She had been raised to be a wife (a very thin definition of wife as defined by the sex trafficking industry) and even though it had been a while, she remembered everything she had been taught.
"I love you," she whispered into his ear, grinding against him again.