While a little surprised by his sudden movement, Lynne melted into his kiss and against him easily, letting out a soft, jagged moan when he mirrored her hand's movements with his own.
She pulled out of the kiss and moved her lips to his ear. "Please, Noah?" she whispered, grinding her hips against him and moving her hand upward enough to slide down beneath the waistband of his boxer shorts, stroking him directly. It was her way of satisfying her own curiosity and giving him the okay to do the same. It was less, now, about wanting the contact and more about needing it.