"Not if you don't want to." She leans over his lap, kneeling down and scooting herself as far forward as she can while going for the fastenings of his pants. "Though a little attention afterward would be lovely, if not with your mouth."

Her hands dart under his belt as she finishes unbuckling it, pulling his waistband down and setting cold palms upon his skin. Fortunately, she has the foresight to put them under his shirt first, knowing that being outside in the winter air will have chilled her hands. Only after the initial bite of cold is done with does she move down to take him out of his pants, making a few gentle strokes as she does.