[At this rate, they may fall into a mounting feedback loop of wanting to please and wanting to be pleased. Unravel one to unravel the other — it would certainly not be so bad, and Sholmes is more than willing to comply, all inquisitiveness and curious eagerness in his eyes. A look so very easily noted when her fingertip eases his chin upwards. His face is a little more flushed than just minutes prior.]

Very— [He starts, but that pressure right between his legs has his words hitching ever so slightly. He is warm there, and hard.

He swallows the failed attempt back down, smiling, and continues.] —much so. I would love to hear you moan for me, Ms Vaux. To feel your fingers twisting in my hair. Your own pleasure would run so wonderfully parallel with mine.