[The curt statement makes him smile. In the center of that moment, Tyki just admires her, how her sharp beauty is made more malleable underneath every touch, every stroke. One hand reaches for the bundle of hair on the back of her neck, fingers gently easing it free from the band, until he can finally loosen those silky strands in a navy spill over slender shoulders. Then he noses into it, inhaling the scent of any clinging perfume she might have worn to the gala or the clean shampoo she wears.]
I have a lot more patience than you'd expect, believe me.
[Tyki knows why, but it's not exactly a subject to broach like this. When she's warm and shivering with pleasure in his arms, grinding back against his body so sweetly, a kind of need he doubts she shows to anyone else. She deserves to see better than his worst side. It'd only be cruel, wouldn't it, to shatter the illusion? He doesn't want to hurt her.
The hand at her neck slips down, completing the circle of his embrace by scooping underneath her chest, one palm cupping over a full breast through the clothing of her dress. Even with fabric in the way, she'll feel it, a rougher touch at odds with the gentleness of his other hand's fingers. Those continue to caress Clorinde over the silk panties at the crotch, a massage against her cunt designed to bring attention to how wet she is, and to make her feel good.]
How do you want me tonight, mademoiselle? Bear with me. [Tyki tucks his mouth behind her ear, tickling it with his breath.] My mouth on you, or do you want me inside first? [The question earns a more deliberate rub at her damp panties, thumb a little higher, across her clit.] The lady's choice. I said I was patient, but, ah — now that we're finally here, it's getting a lot... more difficult.
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I have a lot more patience than you'd expect, believe me.
[Tyki knows why, but it's not exactly a subject to broach like this. When she's warm and shivering with pleasure in his arms, grinding back against his body so sweetly, a kind of need he doubts she shows to anyone else. She deserves to see better than his worst side. It'd only be cruel, wouldn't it, to shatter the illusion? He doesn't want to hurt her.
The hand at her neck slips down, completing the circle of his embrace by scooping underneath her chest, one palm cupping over a full breast through the clothing of her dress. Even with fabric in the way, she'll feel it, a rougher touch at odds with the gentleness of his other hand's fingers. Those continue to caress Clorinde over the silk panties at the crotch, a massage against her cunt designed to bring attention to how wet she is, and to make her feel good.]
How do you want me tonight, mademoiselle? Bear with me. [Tyki tucks his mouth behind her ear, tickling it with his breath.] My mouth on you, or do you want me inside first? [The question earns a more deliberate rub at her damp panties, thumb a little higher, across her clit.] The lady's choice. I said I was patient, but, ah — now that we're finally here, it's getting a lot... more difficult.