Unlike the last time they had been kissing in his room, tipsily pressing her against the wall beside the door, this time it was less about immediate action and more about simply exploring the sensation of her. As they had to shift their positions so that he was able to hold himself only mostly off of her, his jean clad hips were still cradled between her thighs.
While one of his arms was busy simply holding himself up, that hand did indulge in red strands around his fingers. The other hand and arm was free to slide around and stroke across the skin of her back, around her waist and what skin of her hip that was uncovered by her pants. Individual pressure from each finger, held separately with each slow stroke.
One of his knees moved forward to press against her between the vee of her thighs.
Jack was almost solely focused on her mouth below his, on each slick slide of his tongue against hers, imitating a more intimate act that hopefully lay in their future. As his free hand moved to cup the curve of her ass, caressing down her thigh to the back of her knee and back up again. He pressed his knee more firmly against her for a breath while his hand was squeezing the firm flesh of her thigh again.