[His mouth just makes its way back to hers when he feels her hand in his pants, and the shaky moan that keeps him from properly kissing her for that first second should convey that yes, he feels that extremely well. His hips rock downward and he really hopes he didn't just hurt her wris-- oh right, she said she's fine, stop worrying.]
[One arm is busy holding him above her -- not too far, his body still brushes hers when he breathes -- but the other is free. It slides from her hip toward her knee, and then after only a half-second's hesitation, skims up the inside of her thigh. Maybe he can't do to her what she's doing to him but he wants at least to try.]