Jess had enough experience (nothing prolific ) to read what was and wasn't working. Every sigh, every time her hand tightened in his hair was a good indicator he was on the right path. Plus he trusted she'd let him know if he'd misstepped.

He leaned back just enough to bring his second hand around to continue to work on the buttons of her shirt and found her biting her lip. Amused as he was by the effort, Jess had thoroughly enjoyed her volume last time— and unless she was worried her roommate might hear, he didn't see the point. After finishing off the buttons he slid one hand along her skin, fingertips skimming along her side, across her collarbone, up her neck until he could sweep his thumb across her swollen bottom lip. Gently he shook his head and made a disapproving little hum before leaning in to press a firm kids to her lips.

As much as he enjoyed their current position (and he could teach her to make the most of it another time), Jess needed better access to her and so he wrapped his arms rightly around her, one around her back, the other beneath her, effectively lifting her to move them to a more comfortable spot on the bed, not entirely unlike last time. He had every intention of continuing his slow torture, but not before he had full access.

He slid one hand under the collar of her shirt, sliding it off completely before he laid her down. Allowing himself another appreciative look, Jess closed the gap between them once more.