She presses forward into the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck like she might try and mount him, going so far as to scramble forward, as if she's going to try and get into his lap, but he has trousers to deal with and she's not undressed yet either. Easing back, she forces herself to give him the space to get off his trousers while she nudges her stockings away.

"Come back here and take off my brassiere," she coaxes, lying propped up on one elbow on the covers, her gaze firmly affixed on his erection while her heart pumps with anticipation, with how badly she wants Steve inside her while she rides atop him.