But soon, the tentativeness gave way to a lascivious fervor that had her on his lap, his back pushed against the cool glass of the window and her palm fogging the glass from where it rested above his head. She could feel his pants tightening where she straddled him, and she ground her hips into his to force out the strangled gasp that sat deep in his throat, His hand roamed underneath her sweater, gripping her hips tightly as they oscillated over his, spurning a deep ache inside her that couldn’t be satisfied by this gesture alone. Her own hands traced their way through his hair, around his neck; and she was searching for a way to deepen the kiss, increase the pressure, experience him further. 