[It's so, so hard, or it's definitely going that way if Jeff doesn't sort out this whole getting out of his pants thing soon. She's too distracting though, that trailing hand, finger curling beneath her underwear, the tongue against her lips. He licks his lips too, eyes focused solidly on her lace underwear as she talks. Something about submitting.]

I don't think there's much left you can teach me, but you could try. [Making it obvious from the start that he knows what he's doing in bed, suggesting that he's amazing at it with that sort of experience.

He kicks his shoes off with ease, one then the other, stepping out of them and forward as his hands work on his belt, button and then zip, opening them all but keeping his pants on for the moment. He's halfway there, shirt open, pants open, shoes off, but then he's moving to close the gap, reaching out a hand to hook his fingers into her waistband with the intent of encouraging her closer.]

You sure you just want me rolling over like a good boy? Because I'm way better when I'm bad.

[Catching his bottom lip between his teeth because lip bites are the way to any woman's heart.]