She beams at him, giggling again when he begins to squirm. The giggle quickly becomes a groan when his erection brushes against her. Oh, that's nice. Maybe even nicer than his fingers or mouth.

"Yes," she answers, breathing the word against lips before capturing them in a kiss.

Her hand slips down his chest, fingers slow and teasing as they brush by his belly button and even further down. She pulls at the zipper of his pants and then reaches inside. For all the times they've had sex, she hasn't touched him nearly as much as he's touched her. She's always felt too awkward and too afraid, afraid he'll not like it or she'll somehow break him. But tonight's a good night. A perfect night. Without breaking the kiss, she pulls out his erection and strokes it firmly.