[These are all good signs and green lights to her, the pressure of her hips increasing as she puts some force behind the way they roll. Her hands work on the tie last, sliding it free from his neck before she presses herself flat against him. Her blond hair hangs in a veil around them as they kiss, her chin tilting from one direction to another between breaths.
And then she halts, giving a kiss to his cheek before sitting back and more solidly on his lap.] Do you want to, or should I? [She says, thumbs beneath the straps of her bra.]