'Oh, I don' think the rest of you has anythin' to worry about.'

He moans quietly into the kiss, because when she wraps her leg around his, he can rub his thigh against the centre of her. He feels the brush of her hair, and can't think. He's been wanting to get in there for years, years, and now she's pressed to him and kissing him like she can't get enough.

He breaks off, and no detours this time; he lifts one breast slightly and ducks his head, licking the soft skin until he can close his lips around her gorgeous pert nipple. Another groan, his leg presses up, and if she can see his face, she'll see a happy man.