Savannah's fingers slid teasingly beneath the waistband of his jeans as her thumb played a moment with his button. Then, with care, she flicked her wrist, and the button came easily undone. That she did it one-handed was a testament to her experience in undressing men.
Here, at last, she broke their kiss. In one smooth motion, she swung around his body to straddle his legs, pausing there a moment to kiss him again. This kiss was a brief sip of the lips, but, for all that, no less passionate.
"Lay back," she encouraged with a knowing smile. As he did, she slid from his lap and onto the floor, cringing a little as her sprained ankle protested, but carrying on nonetheless. She leaned over him, lips kissing his stomach tenderly, once above his navel and once below as her fingers tugged his pants downwards.