[Pulled close against her like that, feeling her hands on him finally, he finds himself moving his fingers a little more quickly -- still gentle, but with a bit of added friction. After all, if he's slow and teasing, she'll be slow and teasing, and right now, he just finds himself wanting more from that hand of hers. With a slight smile -- a smug one, of course, because he's nothing if not cocky -- one of his fingers moves from teasing between her folds to press inside of her gently.]