Caitlin was momentarily distracted by the flash of silver around Van's neck, but he didn't give her a chance to latch onto it. She was on her back and his tongue was doing things to her breasts that made her breathing hitch. A strange feeling centered in her pelvic branched out line fine tendrils of anticipation for something the two had yet to really venture toward. This wasn't the first time he'd given this sort of attention to her breasts, and she didn't want it to be the last time.
But she wasn't going to be some passive figure lying there. Caitlin's need to move refused to allow that and writhing would likely happen at some point. Usually it was Van who got her worked up a bit, even if the things they did together were more exploratory than anything.
One hand remained in his hair while the other delved downward, managing to undo the button and zipper of his jeans in one easy motion, whilst dragging his pants down to his knees. Her feet took care of discarding the rest of the fabric as he her hand was slide beneath the band of his underwear. The elastic tugged and she felt curls of hair before finding what she was looking for.
Caitlin's slender fingers wrapped around Van's hardening length and began pumping up and down, slowly for now. She took her fingers out of his hair and then slung it around his neck to keep him close against her. Her eyes remained open, watching his face and reaction.