And another and yet one more, until she's followed him up and pushed him back down, taking the liberty to straddle his hips. She keeps her weight on her knees, holding her body above him just enough. It isn't her intent to torture him, or herself. Her hands grip the thin material of his shirt and when she pulls back to take a breath, she doesn't let go.

'Let me prove it to you. When I said I wanted to be with you, I meant just that. I don't want just a shag for old time's sake. I want a chance to explore this, to see where it takes us. Not just,' she pauses for a breath, because its difficult to plead her case and steal as many kisses as she can before he throws her out of his bed.