Matching his little moan with one of her own one Itto grabbed her ass, Anika arched into his touch. Yet, when he broke the kiss with a stammered protest, she did not stop her hand. Continuing to toy with his erection, she smirked a little. With her hand right where it was, she could get him to agree to just about anything with the look on his face the tremor in his voice.

"You don't want me to stop, do you?" Her voice purred into his ear. "It's only too fast if you don't want this. I know I want you, so it comes down to how much you want me. I'll stop if you--"

She paused and then took her hand away from his cock only to swing herself up into his lap. Straddling him, she could feel the hard length pressing against her and bit her bottom lip briefly. Settling down so he could feel the heat between her legs, even with clothing in the way, and grind against her if he wished, Anika looped her arms about his neck and kissed him again instead of saying anything further. Perhaps frottage was a better place to start.