"And just what do you think I have in mind?" I smiled at her while raising both eyebrows.
She leaned in and lightly touched her forehead to mine, sliding her hands down to the sides of my neck and saying "You'd better be planning on lots of... how'd you put it... caressing... nibbling....ummm, something about my nose... & oh yeah, my toes....".
"Are you sure you want to break the 'mood' to drive all the way to your house?" I teased. "After all, we'll lose at least twenty minutes with putting ourselves back together... school buses... traffic lights..." all the while, gently sliding my hands beneath her breasts, then up the sides, around to the front & bringing my thumbs and forefingers together on her nipples. Lightly tweaking both nipples, I softly gripped her lower lip between mine and tugged on it for just a moment.
Her moan and open-mouthed kiss said she agreed we should stay, but her hands, now flat on my chest said otherwise. She almost whispered: "I really don't want my first time with you to be on an examining table, or a chair. I don't know if it was wishful thinking or if I actually sensed that you're a tender, patient lover. I think it's because you've been so patient with all my dumb questions, and because you never break eye contact when I talk. Have you any idea how extraordinary it is to have a conversation with man who doesn't talk to my tits?