Fairly pouting over having to remove his hand, Slav still immediately took a step back, his hand falling away, when she pushed him back. Thinking, logically, that she could have changed her mind. Either about this being quasi-public or it in general.
So he was a bit surprised when her hands were at the fly of his pants, then stroking, and even more so when she went to her knees. Soft fingers unlike his own around his cock were certainly to be appreciated, and he hardened just a fraction more at the relatively soft contact. Ella's hot mouth surrounded him, and he muttered a quiet curse, as one of his hands went to grip the edge of the ledge. The other gently going to her hair, but making no move to direct what she was doing.