"That was..." A shudder runs down his spine, and he grunts happily as he feels heat pool in his belly as she mentions the preening oil on the beach. "...a most pleasant experience."

With her constantly shifting her position just so on his lap, his cock is pressed up against her ass and the friction is something that he can't ignore; neither can he ignore the fact that he is already feeling 'ready' for another go-round, his arousal building in his veins as he's working to touch her.

His hands shift to move from her breasts; one reaches to 'cover' her hand that is near the lubricant, willing to 'help' if she'll let him. The other he uses to touch himself, reassure his mind that he is not going crazy, he actually is already starting to get a bit hard again...

(But how?)

He nibbles at her neck. "We'll find a way to warm it..."