His hips jerked against her hand and Much would have followed her anywhere, even across the stretch of floor that would have fit his and Alan's whole apartment in it. Behind her he was distantly aware of the view, all of Central Park spread out below them, the window framing everything like she owned the whole city... and with a command like that he was letting her own him as well. He tugged her panties down around her knees, fingers tracing up the heavenly soft skin of her inner thighs. "I want to touch you, can I touch you?" he panted, fingers creeping higher. Maybe if he could make her as lost in pleasure as he was, they'd find some sort of even footing. Maybe. It would have a whole worked better if his voice didn't sound like he was begging, though.