Leslie's breath comes out in a sigh as she feels steadying hands upon her hips and easily allows herself to be guided into Richard's lap. The feel of his chest against her back is nice, and the hot breath even nicer as a tremble of goosebumps rush down her arms and meet somewhere at her core in a thrill of surprising sensation.<br/><br/>There's a war going on in her expressions as Richard's hands move over her middrif and up to her breasts - closed then open, lustful then suddenly serious and worried, then determined, then hungry. At the kiss upon her neck she shivers and presses up into his palms, then jerks back into a normal sitting position with a look of confused relief as his fingers move from her breasts to her back.<br/><br/>"The next thing...?" she breathes, voice holding anticipation and a nervous tremble at the same time.