It would've been ideal to say that foresight was playing on her mind, turning itself over. But it was only abundant in its scarcity, the reminder a necessary one for Adeline who could hardly separate the downwards press of his grip to where she'd lost herself somewhere along and beyond his lips.
Drawing away from Josh's kisses with his one final tug, bringing with her a small moan, she worked through his words in actions. There was, likely, a thought process behind them, but aside from it being mentionable that she'd reignited and that it was easier to become undone a second time, it didn't stretch much further beyond that. Elbows pulling by her side, their chests no longer against one another, Adeline slowed her pace until she'd gradually stopped altogether, sliding a sure hand to his lower cheek and another to his neck, then down the slope that followed. "Hold on," she requested softly. Kissing him for a last time and pressing her touches to him, she moved off with care, repositioning.
In doing so she caught the hand of his that'd been lowest, stealing it for herself and intertwining her fingers with his lightly. Leading. What she sought was not like what they'd just had, but she had no interest in curbing herself, and he claimed to never deny.
On her knees and with her hand slipping from his until the touch was just a ghost, she left his hand to the space beside her hip, allowing him to assume a hold. Meanwhile her palms found the sheets, striving to keep her legs between his. There was a casting of a look at him over her shoulder, a moment for Adeline to add, "I'm not far."