It was so much. It really was, his hands dragged up the back of her thighs and it was enough to get her to let out a gasp, like he'd burned her with something hot. Disrupted the kiss for a minute, even, but that was okay, she tipped her forehead against his and loosened her hands in his hair so she could cup his face, instead. She stroked her fingers along along his jaw once, like he was some - miracle, something she thought could dissolve if she blinked, but here he was. "Sorry," she said, her mouth still close enough that she could brush his. "It's been a long time, for me."
He would know that if she was going to keep being so - embarrassingly responsive, getting too much out of things that were so little, on his side. There were already goosebumps on the skin of her legs, it would have been enough for him to feel that without her having to go and make noises over it.
She looked happy, though. Not terribly embarrassed, maybe only a little, the happiness was enough to override it as he helped arrange her on his lap. She kept her hands moving, down his neck, along his shoulders, back up again as she shifted on his lap. Closer. Closer was good. Closer was very good. Like riding a bike, it wasn't that strange and unusual. She wanted to lick his neck. She was going to lick his neck, yep, that was an impulse she was going to follow through on.