Brennan had to laugh as she man handled him into the position of her choosing. While it was not done with particular finesse, she more than made up for that with pure eagerness. When she pushed him down onto the bench, he went willingly, his hands came up to rest on her hips when she stood before him. As she climbed up to straddle him, he gently guided her down to his lap. Her hands came up to his shoulders, and soon she was kissing him again, long and deep. At her words, he looked intently at her face, trying to find the emotion in her that was the pair to his.
Slowly, as he picked out the emotions in her face, he smiled. It was the languid and complacent grin of a man who had a lap full of exactly what he wanted. His hands slipped from her hips, sliding back and down to run over her toned backside, a light pressure, and then more firmly, he brought her a bit higher on his lap. His hands lingered in a caress, while he said, "No, this is much better."
Although she was still wearing trousers, he ran his hands over the tops of her thighs, down to her knees and back up again. He placed a kiss on her neck, layering kisses as he moved slowly down to her collarbone. Meanwhile, his hands came up the sides of her waist and he cupped her breasts.