[ The touch of her fingers against his hand gives him a moment of pause and then her request makes it make a little more sense. He laughs, something low and throaty, and he dips his head to press a lingering kiss against the curve of her throat. There's the threat of teeth, but it never quite emerges. Instead, there are murmured words as his hand brushes against the swell of her breast of her breast. Really, he more engulfs it, considering how slight she is. Not that he particularly minds that. ]
Of course.
[ His palm gently grinds against her through the thin, silken fabric, brushing it against the peak of her nipple as he trails another little line of kisses toward her collarbone. Slow and measure and easy, wanting to treat her right. He wasn't really planning on rushing, anyway. ]
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Of course.
[ His palm gently grinds against her through the thin, silken fabric, brushing it against the peak of her nipple as he trails another little line of kisses toward her collarbone. Slow and measure and easy, wanting to treat her right. He wasn't really planning on rushing, anyway. ]