The way she touched him was egging him on, as did her words. Yet he was not going to stress this - not going to rush it and take her before she was absolutely ready. And at this time he thought he'd probably know before she did.
Letting his lips move down her skin, he licked and kissed his way down her body, letting the thin straps of the nightgown move down her arms as he came lower. She helped him roll it down to expose her chest, and he rewarded her by catching a nipple between his lips.
She let out a sound, and he smiled, sucking the nipple until it was hard before moving to the other. His every move was slow, deliberate, delicate. She'd beg him to take her before the night was over. And it was far from over yet.