[The feel of her hand against him is enough to make him groan a little, rocking his hips forward against that kneading motion. That gives him the chance to take hold of her hair again, tugging her head back to press a kiss to her lips, as his fingers keep up their exploration between her legs, finally settling on a rhythm that doesn't involve much teasing at all. Somehow, he thinks, she'll prefer that to his slow, cautious motions of before.]