Eames does take a moment — it's impossible not to, he reasons, or, if nothing else, he would be incredibly stupid to — to look her over when she stretches out, eyes raking over every last stunning inch of her, hungry and not bothering to hide it. No matter how many beautiful women he's been with, and there are a good number (not to mention, he's been one himself before, on multiple occasions), his appreciation for someone this attractive doesn't wane, and he knows he wouldn't want it to. Someone this stunning deserves nothing less. He doesn't take any longer than that, though, before slowly climbing onto the bed as well, one knee situating itself between both of hers, weight on his palms when he leans down over her, kissing her again. It might not be the most ideal thing to do when her mouth's just been around his cock, but all things considered, that hardly matters. They were going to get to it anyway, this practically requiring it.