Iona was moderately creative on her best day, sometimes a little better and sometimes a little worse, though it did not take a creative sort to do her math when it came to the position she and Torque had been in. Sitting on the edge of the bed, both of them as naked as peeled apples and kissing and touching while she sat astride him meant it wouldn't have taken long at all to let her hand slip between them, to start stroking until he was at full hardness and all she had to do was take him inside. His hands on his breasts would've eased that along, along with the fact that he no doubt would've added his mouth to the fray had she remained in position for very much longer.
Still, there were things Iona wanted to do, needed to do just then, and if she allowed herself to get much more distracted she would never get to him. So, she separated her body from his with no small pang and sat back to watch as he stretched out on the bed for her, watching his long legs unfurl and the muscles of his stomach moved with his breaths, and beneath that, the length of his cock, slightly hard and waiting where it draped along his thigh.
"I think you've mentioned it before," she said as she moved to brace her hands on either side of his hips, leaning in so that her hair brushed over his chest as she looked at his face. "I suppose now would be the time to tell you to prepare yourself for all that. There's nowhere for me to go but down the road of shrewishness, so look forward to that." She dipped her head, tilting it so that she could press a kiss to the side of his neck and slid one of her hands up over his thighs, then the other, coaxing them apart so she could have enough room to climb in between his legs and comfortably kneel there.
"This is much better," she said, her hands sliding from the tops of his thighs and up over his hips, back and forth in an idle, smooth motion. She dipped her head to kiss at his lower stomach, moving to lay in between his thighs and allow her lips to trail over his hip while one hand moved to gently grip his cock and stroke. She enjoyed the sensations of teasing him, of letting him grow long and thick in her fingers as she kissed and tasted his skin, and when he was hard enough to stand without the aid of her fingers, she moved to begin kissing along the backside of him. "Life will be much easier for you if you just do as I say, Mr. Shriver," she said in her best imitation of a scolding schoolmarm, then licked around the head of his cock.