Diana doesn't seem at all inclined to move from her position atop him, instead settling herself to straddle him, one hand still behind his head and the other braced beside him. When he pulls her tight against him so she can feel the heat of his length between them, her mouth opens in a low moan, blowing hot breath against his neck. Her thighs tighten at his waist, and she rolls her hips against him without thought.

Lust thickens her thoughts and stays her tongue for just a moment, a heady feeling that's difficult to pull away from. But she manages long enough to lift her head and press her mouth to his, her kiss searing and searching, fingers tightening against the back of his skull just so. She kisses across his jaw, nips at his earlobe, and murmurs his name low in his ear as she rolls her hips again.