Laughing breathlessly at his reply, she parted her lips to touch her tongue to his, moaning at the now familiar but still unbelievably perfect feel of his kiss. The way he shuddered against her was a reminder of how much this was affecting him, and her eyes flickered downwards and widened a little at the sight of him. "Of course," she murmured, swallowing hard and tentatively wrapping her hand around him to give him a slow stroke, just as she'd done in the bathroom. The feel of him under her hands made another shiver run down her spine, and she stroked again a little more confidently, eyes glued to her hand on him. Then she glanced up at him questioningly, not sure how things should progress. "Tell me what to do..."