Savannah didn't bother stifling the gasp that left her lips as his attention focused on her breasts. She arched her back a little, pushing them outwards and encouraging him to continue lavishing each with his mouth.
Head back, she almost didn't notice the sudden absence of the bottom half of her bikini. The sudden sensation of the rough denim pressed against her nether region and the hardness beneath even that made her body tingle needfully. She squirmed a little against his erection, then suddenly noticed that he was looking up at her.
And what a look it was... It was so full of promise that it made her heart skip a beat in anticipation.
Savannah pushed herself up on her knees and moved back from a little so that she straddled his upper thighs rather than his waist. Reaching down, eyes meeting his, she used her hands to locate the zipper on his jeans.
Gently, then, and slowly, she pushed the zipper down and backwards until there was nowhere left for the zipper to go.
The hand which had operated the zipper moved back upwards, palm flat against the zipper, until it bumped over his hardened shaft. She smiled at the discovery, a secretive, mischievous smile.
She slid backwards until her feet touched the floor as her hand wrapped around his organ. Savannah leaned forward, mouth just above his erection, and a slightly raised eyebrow asking him a silent question: did he want her to go on?
This wasn't something she minded as much as most girls, she had found. It turned men on when you volunteered, and, as long as it was for fore-play only, Savannah had found she didn't mind it at all.