"Would love that," he grunts, pulling in a deep breath as she sinks down and grinds against him. "I'd have you take me right here, until sunrise..."

He bites his lower lip, eyes dark with want - he knows he couldn't actually do that, but the image is still quite appealing in his mind's eye.

"Then we could hide from the sun, resting here in each other's arms...find other ways to entertain ourselves."

(He knows she has obligations, but his brain doesn't care about them right now, not with the way she's giving herself over to him.)