She reaches for his belt, pulling it out of the buckle and getting it loose. It’s hard to do with her still shaking hands, but she’s eager now, knowing how good this could be. Because if they could do that with just their mouths and hands, she can’t imagine how it’ll feel sinking down on him, stretching tight around him. She knows he’s considerable—she can feel it—and she takes a deep breath, fetching his length out from his boxers. He shuffles, sliding his pants down, stretching his legs so he’s sitting underneath her.