She nodded against his lips as she knelt, straddling him, and she pressed another lingering kiss to the side of his mouth. One hand reached between them to glide over his erection, sliding down his length. Nimble fingers drifted down to the base and then back up, her lips curving upwards in the dark. She gripped him loosely and stroked, her fingers memorizing his size.

Her other hand slid down to part her own folds and slide two fingers inside, making certain she was stretched enough for him. He'd done more than an adequate job of preparing her earlier and she was embarrassingly wet; had there been any traces of light still out, she probably would be red from the thought.