She could taste herself on him and the thought of that alone was enough to have her moaning into his mouth. Her hand cupped the back of his head, an oddly gentle gesture for the way she was having his mouth. Her teeth tugged at his lower lip only once, pleased at the sounds he was responding with.

The hard line of the muscles on his chest brushed her stomach as she situated herself, looking for what would be most comfortable and weighing the options against what would be more practical of a position. Kneeling on the bench itself seemed best, damn the minor discomfort; it would be worth it to be in the better position to have him, she could tell. And if she couldn't hold herself up, the strong arm at her back said he wouldn't let anything happen to her.