Her comment was proof in her mind that she was better off keeping her mouth shut, or if not shut otherwise occupied. It had a completely stupid, far too truthful thing to say. She really needed to watch herself there, before she called him amazing again and he thought she really liked him or something else equally ridiculous.
In truth she hadn't been too bothered about getting the last of his clothes off, but when he'd giving her a hand it seemed like a reasonable idea, and there were certainly advantages to not having to worry about zips against sensitive areas.
It was way too late to think about how this had happened, or to care for that matter. The kiss had certainly snowballed and the speed might have been worrying if she'd been capable of thinking about anything other just how good this whole thing felt and even if she had been capable of rational thought she wouldn't have changed anything. She'd never really been one for detailed gratification.
Once again she shifted awkwardly in his lap, pulling her boxers off with her toes and tossing them aside without paying attention, because there were significantly more important things to be paying attention to, like Malc and his hands. She bit her lip at the movement of his fingers, torturously slow, as she tried to muster any last bit of patience she might have. "Fuck," she murmured. It was a safe bet, innocuous but fitting under the circumstances. As he carried on she slipped one arm around his shoulder, keeping him as close as he was keeping her as her free hand moved down his body, over his stomach and between his legs, brushing against him with the back of her hand.