[He is insatiable. A man and a monster in equal parts — or so he'd like to think, when in reality he doesn't quite know anymore. But with her, he's able to forget it a little bit, admiration in the heaviness of gold eyes as he watches her body shift, legs spreading open and hips rutting back against his touch. There's a low animal sound in his throat, a groan of approval as he spreads wetness in a stroke of his thumb across the tender swell of her clit. He knows exactly where to caress her; he learned it well the first time they did this.

Those two fingers continue to fill her cunt, feeling the hot interior of her body in a deliberate stretch of knuckles, lazy thrusts in the mimicry of fucking that he's almost certainly about to do to her. She doesn't really need this additional tease; she's so wet it would soak his gloves, if he were still wearing any. That might be fun to try next time.]

Always. [A kiss behind her ear, and then his unoccupied hand moves to press flat at the small of her back, guiding her into a forward bend over the counter.] I'm so tempted to make you come like this, but I admit that I'm a little selfish to feel it on my cock. You understand.

[There's something a bit risky about this kind of sex. Casual as they've been so far, Tyki doesn't pause to fuss with the particulars beyond making sure she's wet enough to take him — and she's the one who wants it inside. It is what she requested. With that slight positional change, if she abides it, Tyki slips his fingers loose and rubs them down her inner thigh before gently guiding the head of his cock up against slick folds.]

We've been patient enough, you said?