Practice and skill, in this case, are not essential when you've got this much enthusiasm, plus the anticipation they've been building all this time. Han has no complaints at all. He only pulls away from kissing her to watch her face, the color on her cheeks and the darkness of her eyes, and then comes back with a fierce energy, catching her lip in his teeth.

He could be content if they didn't get any further than this, but when she pauses to ask that it makes his eyes crinkle in a grin, which he follows up with one last, slow draw of his fingers. As far as polite ways to ask go, that's pretty good. (The upper echelons of the galaxy are, Han imagines, probably much more vulgar in private, for the most part, than that.)

"I like teasing you," he points out lazily, but he's more than willing to take the lead again. He shifts so he's got a grasp on her shoulder and her hip, tries to wriggle them into turning. It seems like this might be easier if she's on her back.