She kissed him, on the mouth this time, and slid her arm around his waist to tickle her fingertips down his spine and over his ass. "Do you want to fuck?" she asked quietly. Her teeshirt was riding up a bit and she took his hand and pressed it to her breast. Easy, lazy, calm. This was more her style, if left to her own devices, and her influence seemed to be the one in control right now.