Esme lends back down, removing his hands from behind his head, as she locks them on either side of him. His chest is rising and falling more rapidly now. She delves closer, searing him with a kiss, and he responds immediately, meeting her halfway. Her one hand take it's own accord into his hair, gently pulling on the strands- she knows he likes it because of the sounds he makes. His hips continue to rise up and meet hers, and her dress is slipping up from each little thrust.