Melissa let Sam move her to settle on top of him, knowing she didn't have to worry about supporting her weight.  She was lighter than he was by quite a margin, so she simply let herself concentrate on the more pleasant actions they were occupied at, rather than worry if she might be hurting him.  Her tongue met his in a slow and passionate kiss, taking time to explore his mouth, to savor the taste of him.  She drew back only when she had to in order to breathe, her hands resting lightly on his chest as she sat up slightly, her warm smile a clear enough answer to his question, if her actions weren't.<br/><br/>"I was wondering when you were going to ask," she grinned, her hands moving to his shoulders, massaging his muscles gently but firmly, cautious until she knew what kind of pressure he liked.  She wanted to please him, but it also gave her hands something to do, so she wouldn't be tempted to help him.  He hadn't helped her, so she wanted to give him the same respect.  She stopped only long enough to pull her hands from the sleeves, thinking she could at least do that much to help, as the sweater didn't have buttons.  Underneath she wore a plain white cotton bra, nothing fancy, and she hoped he wasn't one who was expecting fancy underthings, like most of the girls probably had.  She blushed slightly as she looked down, resisting the urge to bring her hands to cover it, lest he be disappointed.<br/><br/>"I... I know it's not much, but... I was never one for a lot of fancy clothes, so I hope it wasn't something you were expecting," she said quietly, suddenly shy again, with him looking at her.