She hums her own appreciation into the crook of his neck, the tip of her tongue tracing over to the hollow and circling there indulgently, tasting the salt on his skin. Feeling his hand on her hip, she begins to rock gently once more, rubbing against his trapped cock. She wonders how it would be like, fucking him like this; riding his cock sitting in his lap, staring into his eyes as they come... the thought draws a soft moan from her, licking a wet stripe up along his throat. "I want to see you..." she begins again, stilling her hips and pulling away to dip his chin down with her fingers so she can look him in the eye. "Completely."

She quirks a tiny smirk and arches a brow, lifting up on her knees properly to shuffle back so she's straddling his thighs, her hands climbing up to the closure of his pants.