Cassidy let his hands drift down her thighs until they were almost resting on the ledge at their sides - almost. He was loving the idea of sitting back and watching while she rode him, but he couldn't stop himself from touching her entirely. His fingertips stayed brushing lightly against her skin. His chest arched toward hers, reaching for more skin-to-skin contact.

"Apart from that, you can do as you like, love. You've already earned it."