It certainly wasn't the first time Noah had made Jackson whine like that, but it had never been quite so easy. She grinned at the human beneath her, a cat-that-got-the-canary smile that softened only when his hand slid up her side, eyes gone heavy lidded and hungry under his touch.
"Sweet baby," she crooned, one long-fingered hand cradling his cheek. She ran the pad of her thumb over his bottom lip, arched her back to press into the hand on her breast, the list of things she wanted all tangled up in her head as she tried to focus on just one. Her hips lowered just a little, until their bodies met, his cock hard where she was soft and wet, a breath of a moan escaping her lips as she rocked her hips slowly, lightly, letting him feel her, his cock slipping between wet folds to brush against her clit.
She stayed there a moment, careful not to give him too much friction--she wanted to tease him, but just now that meant teasing herself, too, which--well, normally Noah was quite good at being patient, but with Jackson beneath her, promising to be good, and who-knew-how-long left in this body...
"Fuck," she said suddenly, hips lifting away from him at the same time the hand on his face moved up to fist in his hair, tugging lightly. "Yeah, you're gonna be good for me," she agreed, and shifted to crawl up his body, braced her free hand against the wall as she knelt over his face. "Make me come, baby," was the only instruction she gave before the hand in his hair tugged, pulling his mouth up towards her pussy.