Her hips coax his own upward, against her. The pressure feels nice. He on top of him feels nicer.

She seems an expert, pulling at his lip, giving him all manner of strange and pleasant sensations with her mouth and hands. It works him up, starts to make him flustered. He wants more of her warmth, her touch, her body.

"Okay," he murmurs low, in response. There's no real reason not to.