He might've been about to make a comment about getting creme on his couch, but then her lips were taking to his skin and he didn't manage too much more than take a low groan, his smile growing as her lips traveled over his skin. Oh yes, she was feistier than she let on. That was a great revelation, since general attitude didn't always carry over into sexuality, or vice versa.
He almost purred when she moved back on top of him, and reached up, touching her face before he bucked slightly, just to remind her where she was sitting. She didn't have to do anything to continue to rile him up. Her very presence was enough.
He grinned and leaned up to kiss her again, fingers slipping to her waist to hold her close as he ground against her, hating all the fabric that was between them.