Beckett smiles against Bill's mouth, though it's fleeting when her tongue flicks against his upper lip, tasting remnants of the wine that still linger there.

Her hand slides down his thigh and then back up, working inward, finding the slit in the front of his boxers and sliding her fingers through to find his erection, teasing it with light, gentle touches before her hand wraps around his cock. It's hard maneuvering when the fabric tightens around her wrist, but she manages to stroke him in quick, stuttered movements.

She's close, so close already, it seems, when Kate's second finger slides in alongside the first, and the combination of lips and tongue on her clit are enough to send her over the edge with a quick jerk of her hips and a shuddering moan.