Lyra moaned softly as his hands groped her butt, grinding herself up against him and kissing him more insistently at the feeling of his dick poking into her stomach. Her own hands sped down his body, with a little excited wiggle that there were no clothes stopping her hands sliding easily down his back and over his ass too. She gave it a squeeze when she sank her teeth lightly into his bottom lip, curious about if he could handle a little playful energy or if he was too- serious? Shy? She didn't want to get under the covers, she was already feeling very warm, and only planning on getting warmer.
It was far too warm for pants anymore, and she let go of his ass to shove her pants down to her knees. Then it was just a matter of getting off her knees, and she pulled away from him and sat back on the bed, pushing them further off her legs. With an encouraging and suggestive eyebrow wiggle she leaned back on her elbows, hinting that he should pull her pants the rest of the way off, and then get his butt back down here and join her.
See? She could be quiet. It was all in the eyes. Also, sometimes saying that kind of thing out loud just came out awkward as hell. A cheeky eyebrow wiggle bypassed that nicely.