Mat takes advantage of every new bit of bare skin. His hand trails down her arm as he deepens the kiss, the tip of his tongue flicking against her lips. Her undershirt is not particularly substantial and he can feel the heat of her through it like a brand. Deliberately, the back of his hand brushes against her breast. There's very little fabric between them.

Her grip on his neck is tantalizing and he needs no urging to keep himself close to her. His blood's stirring and he'd have to be pulled away at this point. Light, what a delightful turn of events! He certainly hadn't expected to be slipping off to a secluded spot for a bit of sporting, but he's quite happy to be here.

Still, he lets her set the pace and follows her lead. Mat's never been a man of sternly set preferences and is generally always happy to let his partner take the lead.