The throaty chuckle as low and soft as her senses followed his hands to her back. Her trousers were high-waisted underneath her shirt, but she could feel the heat of his hands through the cloth, searching, edging over her body little by little, searching for an opening. She waited with bated breath, eyes almost completely closed except for a sliver of green that watched him, flashing with lust when he kissed her through the finely-woven charcoal gray of her top.<br/><br/>"It makes it a little more exciting, don't you think?" She remarked in a low murmur, her hands drawing patterns low on his back, lightly looped around his waist as she enjoyed herself. She did want to move closer, but she was petite enough that, astride  on his knees, her booted toes could not reach the floor. "I am quite at your mercy, to be roused at your touch and breath... and if I wanted you to behave, well, I would have said so." She brought one hand up to tug his face up gently, for another heated, teasing kiss, and resisted the temptation to touch herself - Lhurriel could already feel the wetness between her legs, her underwear on its way to being well-soaked in her arousal.