[That he does not immediately try to flip them over again or protest pleases her immensely. It's evident from the expression on her face, which only deepens with pleasure as he sighs. Eun shifts ever so slightly, aware of her weight, aware of the pressure and friction between them.

And when he props himself up, as he tries to draw her closer, Eun allows him for the moment. His mouth finds her breast and she shudders against him with a low groan of approval.

But she does not surrender to what he offers as easily as she had in the kitchen.

Her hand finds his chest and pushes him down with intent, and Eun leans over him, skimming past his mouth and making her way to his throat. There, she kisses, but does not nip, and sucks over his beating pulse as her voice comes out rough and aroused.]

You had your chance in the kitchen. You got to touch and tease and make me moan for you. But you missed your window for anything more for the moment, and now it's my turn.

[And perhaps he will note that there is something in her tone to indicate that she does not mean to let this chance slip by. Her hands stroke down his chest and stomach as she tentatively scrapes her teeth over his skin, hips rolling gently against his in a way that is as much for her pleasure as it absolutely is for his.]