She whimpered in pure enjoyment at the pressure of his two fingers, rolling her hips languorously (and gloriously) against him. She lost her bra quickly - well, she took it off and let it drop down next to the wine bottle, Ariadne rarely actually lost anything - and ran her hand up over her chest then up through her hair, letting him look...
But only for a moment, because how could she resist an invitation like touch me. Her hands went to his trousers to free him, her kisses a little distracted by her fingers' work, and by his, but they were determined despite distraction. "Mmm, Freyr, there you are," she purred against his neck, her fingers wrapping around the base of his cock, the cock of a fertility god, no mistake.