She could feel her body reacting to the young man's touch - it was always so much easier when she enjoyed it - and she lowered herself down so that her pelvis was perfectly nestled against his. She rocked against him, her body taut like a bowstring, her shoulders leaning back to give him room to explore to his heart's content.
She took one of his hands and lifted it to her face. Her lips parted and she took in one of his fingers, suckling it gently as her hips moved against him.
She heard a soft chiming in the booth and nearly rolled her eyes in frustration. "We've five minutes left," she announced with a trace of disappointment. "You'd better make them good." The tease was paired with a bite to the finger that had just left her mouth.