[ She can't help but feel flattered, smug, that he's reacting this way to her. She can feel his erection forming through to cotton of his pants, pressing hard along her thigh, as he begins his litany. She tweaks both nipples again, before lightly grazing his sides with her nails as she continues further down his body. ]

I want you to lie back and enjoy what I'm doing to you, no sitting up. ..but you can touch my hair, or my shoulders. Whatever you can reach.

[ Said as she scoots back, as her thighs part a little wider and she shimmies down the bed a little. The shirt stays, for now, but the loose fall of still damp hair is his to play with. While she nudges his stomach with her nose, till her breath is tickling the skin above the hem of his pants.]