The pressure of her touch caught Albie a little by surprise as he was contemplating getting her out of that sweater. He went with it, exhaling as he landed on his back. Albie licked his lips, looking up at her. His fingers had already found the him of the soft grey fabric.
"Nice moves," he joked, touching the warm skin beneath her shirt. Albie drew his knees up so that they were against her back as she straddled him. This all felt pretty good so far; he glanced at the vials beside the bed, curiosity rising.