Astrid managed not to roll her eyes when he struggled so valiantly with his pants, but it was a close thing. She opened her eyes to watch, closing them once more as he resettled back over her. She returned his kiss, inhaling sharply as she felt his hand between her thighs.
Shifting, she parted her thighs a little wider in invitation for him, her hips rolling and thrusting slightly to guide his fingers where she wanted him to touch. She groaned when his fingertips brushed against her clit, and she mumbled his name in encouragement.
She wanted more though. Wanted him inside of her, because she'd missed him, missed this, and she needed the comfort of him against her, inside of her. Not, of course, that she would ever admit that outloud.