[They've definitely wasted enough time, and his smile certainly lights off when she pulls her underwear off. That just inspires his hand to reach down and move to her thigh, though -- nowhere really scandalous just yet, just running his fingers along her inner thigh briefly, knowing he could move his hand higher if he wanted to... but not doing so just yet.]
[He's adorable, really she enjoys his company more than he actually realizes. He reminds her of simpler times, an easier life, maybe? Where his fingers brush along her thigh, her eyes close humming softly. She shifts spreading her legs apart and nudging his chin with her head. Her teeth nip at his chin, tongue tracing the line of it back to his ear, soft lips whisper against the shell.] Are you going to make me beg you?
I wasn't gonna make you beg, but now that you say it...
[He's teasing. Mostly. His fingers do move up a little higher, tracing their way up her thigh and then settling between her legs. He might want to be teasing her more than he is, and the slow motion of his fingers indicates that, but really, there's a part of him that doesn't want to wait much longer.]
[She grins, putting on a little bit of a pout, but it melts away almost immediately as his fingers move- gliding along her thigh, teasing along her folds, making her head drop to his shoulder and causing her to huff a soft sound against his neck. She hooks a leg around his and pulls him against her, her hand curling around his shaft and stroking, the movement slow and teasing, matching the gentle motion of his fingers.]
[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.]
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[He's teasing. Mostly. His fingers do move up a little higher, tracing their way up her thigh and then settling between her legs. He might want to be teasing her more than he is, and the slow motion of his fingers indicates that, but really, there's a part of him that doesn't want to wait much longer.]
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