[He feels the rhythm of her heart thudding in her chest, the muscles quivering along her lower back like a plucked string. Data, data, all of it; but also the fine satisfaction wrought from being the one to cause such a reaction, twined with his own physical desires. Sholmes arches slightly against her again, still slow and purposeful. His trousers really are very constricting now, but he is a patient man when he chooses to be. When he knows the reward for doing so is worth the wait.
He lifts his head to look at her face -- her permission is ample encouragement, and he runs two fingers along that little tract right between her legs, applying just enough pressure to feel notable through the fabric of her trousers.]
Are you aching for my fingers? [Eventually, his tongue. For now, his fingers slide back... and then forth again.] You're delightfully warm. And dare I say the scent of sex is already present?
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He lifts his head to look at her face -- her permission is ample encouragement, and he runs two fingers along that little tract right between her legs, applying just enough pressure to feel notable through the fabric of her trousers.]
Are you aching for my fingers? [Eventually, his tongue. For now, his fingers slide back... and then forth again.] You're delightfully warm. And dare I say the scent of sex is already present?