"Oh, okay." She said sliding her leg over his lap only to straddle it.
What are you -
Even if he wanted to finish the question, she didn't give him the chance, her lips pressing against his, tongue invading his mouth. "Shhh, don't want to attract anyone's attention, do we?" She cooed into his ear. If he planned to continue playing, she wasn't going to stop him. Instead, her head lowered so that she nestled her face in the crook of his neck, while her hands were working under his shirt, nails traced red lines into his skin. It wasn't to hurt him, more to stimulate.
She'd learned a lot from interacting with him, probably more than he'd realize considering how she carried herself.