Jessica shifted under him, cradling him between her thighs. Her neck arched as his kisses worked their way down, while her fingers dug into his back and her hips rose to meet his.
The need was there, the desperate desire to pull him inside and not let him go until they were finished, panting and sweaty; but, if they were to pause for rational discussion, she would certainly have agreed that this was something different.
She pulled away from his kisses to catch his eye while her hands trailed down to his hips, guiding him to her. She wanted to see his face.