Van's smirk turned into a smile and he met her in the kiss. Kissing Caitlin had by now become a familiar act. They knew how the other person tasted and how they liked to move their tongue and lips. Van especially liked how Caitlin liked to nip playfully at his lip when she was especially feisty.
As she was leaning over him, Van brought his hands down to her thighs and hooked his fingers behind her knees to pull her closer to him, onto his lap. Then he resumed the kiss and touched up her thighs to her ass, following the nice curve until his fingers ran up the back of her shirt and came to rest just over where her bra was fastened. He tugged at it suggestively.