Xanthippe appreciated his honesty. Especially when it was descriptive like this, but otherwise, too. She kissed him back, slowly, savoring the words he'd just said.

Licking his bottom lip was a strange thrill after those specific words, too. And if that wasn't enough to get a new bout of restlessness brewing in the pit of her stomach, the way her hand slid down his abs would certainly help with that. There was a moment of hesitation where she prayed to whoever was listening that she wouldn't somehow screw this up - yes, she was coherent enough right now to be back to at least a low-level version of her usual fear of looking like an idiot - but then her hand wrapped around his cock. And she gasped against his lips, because looking and feeling were two very different things. And to feel more, she did her best to mimic what she'd seen him do just a second ago when he'd stroked himself.

"You want to screw me?" she asked, murmuring the words. They both knew he did, he'd just said so. It was just hot enough that she wanted to hear it again.