There were increasingly deep, short moans at her ministrations, and the begging just opened another new unexplored dimension. Control was something he was rather fond of. Here, however, it did not exactly apply so much. he knew very well that if -she- wanted, she could reverse the roles in an instant and make -him- a begging mess.

And so, he gave in. There were no gains in making things drag on after all. Fingers sank onto cloth and felt at the mound of supple flesh under his palm. If what she wanted was to be touched there, if it brought her feelings that rivaled his, who was he to deny her it? After testing the waters, he claimed a deep, shaky breath and moved his other hand to her chest.