Don't Call It A Gift

She had to laugh both at the most obliging way he answered, and at the ease with which he lifted her, and Noriko looped her arms around his shoulders before having to be told. She did not desire being dropped, having experienced that one--albeit from a lesser height--before.

"Mmm, let's see if that doesn't help," she managed between kisses, sliding her hand down to play with and fondle him as she situated herself, thumbing open the button and fly of her jeans. "Tell me what you like."