Her exploration of his body coalesced at one point, and he would've been a fool to stop her. For but a few exquisite minutes he felt his body meld into hers, feeling as though they both inhabited the same headspace. Of course, her ministrations only drove his own desire to hear her own soft sighs. Her lyrical voice he could only imagine would be the sweetest sound when pleasured in the same manner that she was currently showering upon him. It was a lightning rod of intention that seemed to build within him as she continued to stroke him with particular tenderness.

Her breath on his ear was intoxicating, and he twisted just enough so that their lips could meet in a gentle kiss that lingered, slowly growing in passion.

It was when her hands seemed to pause that he used the chance to fully turn his body, pressing his chest against hers. His arms crushed her to him, his more-than-obvious erection pushing against the confines of his partially undone trousers and against her own leather pants.

Her arms were a comfort, her very touch the salve that he'd never known he'd needed.

A forward press, and he pinned her against a wall, both hands sliding up her sides, to the bottom edge of her shirt. Both palms slipped in beneath the trim, his thumbs remaining out so that his motions brought the brightly-colored garment up. Over her arms, and finally over her head. Just before it cleared the top however, he paused. It obscured her vision, acting as a blindfold, and with a teasing grin that she couldn't see, he darted in to deliver a nibble to the underside of her jaw.

One hand still held the shirt, and the other slid down the length of her chest. He lingered at one nipple, then the other before continuing his southward trajectory. And just as she had done, his fingers swiftly undid the top clasp of her pants before smoothly sliding further down.

She was warm, and with his tongue trailing along her collarbone, he rested his palm over her mound, two fingers caressing over her outer folds before venturing deeper.