He'd moved out of a vague sense of courtesy, not that the impact of a bed is terribly uncomfortable, but now Altaïr thinks he could enjoy having Diana on top of him indefinitely.

The feel of her mouth on him is like fire, a brand against his skin, and he lets out a noise of pleasure that's low but louder than any sound he'd let himself make were he in more control of himself. He hasn't lost it — yet — but he can feel his grip slipping in the best way.

Diana is welcome to feel whatever she likes and explore his body at her leisure, but it's only fair that it should go back ways. His hands run down her back, skimming along her smooth skin and flattening to a firmer touch as they reach the small of her back and then her ass. He squeezes lightly, pulling her against him so she can feel very well the effect she has on him.