She gasped sharply when he changed positions again. Already she knew she really liked the feel of him between her thighs, and tightened them a fraction now that he was over her. These little shifts in movement seemed to do so much with how everything felt. The tingles that danced down her spine with each strike of flesh against flesh, there was no denying that she liked him on top.
Her hands moved from in his hair, sliding down along his jaw, drawing up just enough she pressed her lips against his. Muffling her pleasured sounds in the kiss.