Saffron stays there a little while longer, kissing him and rubbing against him, loving the way he's pushing up to try and get more contact with her. She knows he wants to flip them back over, and part of her wants to let him, wants to beg him to take her hard and now.

She doesn't, though. Instead she starts to move her way downward, lips moving along his jaw and down his neck to his collarbone. She lets go of his hands mostly out of necessity as she moves further down, her hands running along his arms and down his sides as she continues her slow progress down his chest towards what she knows he wants.