That rasped answer made him laugh again, dirtier, grittier than it had been before. God, he wanted to fuck her. But he did like dragging it out.
Stevie pushed himself up behind her, dragging his lips along her back as he did, in soft nipped kisses. His hands moving from her breast and parts lower, and brought them to her hips. His hands encompassed them as much as he could. He admired the view for a good minute, the curve of her ass, with his cock in between. It was a definite groan-worthy picture.
Slowly he pulled back, he did a little hands-free guidance, trailing the tip down, down until he felt the moist warmth of her.