[Oh, that danger becomes so very apparent, the pressure of her foot sliding upwards all too slowly and purposefully. Sholmes is very aware of the growing heat that pulses at his groin, knows that should she venture higher, more boldly, it will be impossible not to note the bulge beginning to press against the fabric of his trousers.

He exhales, breath against her skin, as she tugs at his hair.]

Oh, is it the visual stimulation that titillates you just as much? Tell me, what else would you like to observe me doing to you?