[She lets out a fresh whine, caught between wanting to shift up to give the questing vine plenty of room to explore and wanting to bear down further to feel more of the hot length of him, surging against her as ready as she feels.

In the end she leans forward, more heavily into the vine over her chest and pressing more of her weight into his, fingers curled into her palms so she can get as close to groping over his chest and sides and legs as is reasonably safe. Despite his ragged breaths, she dives in for another kiss as if she can't bear to live without it]