He chuckled deep in his chest as she responded, his thumb sliding again across her red lip before pulling away, slowly. "Never quite the right answer love..." He said with a deep touch to his voice, letting both his hands make their away across all skin, grasping her hips, meeting one another parallel to themselves on her body.
Tilting her so her body moved closer to him, and lifted his own back off the chair, his lips traced the gentle curve along her inner breast, blowing across the skin; shuddering when he felt her finger trail his cock, hands flexing at her sides. Letting his cheek, a careful growth raised, drag slowly, almost smoothly over the skin, his lips moved to blow on the puckering pink nipple. Smirking slightly, he looked up at her, before lightly kissing the bud and pulling her lower body closer to him. "Though the idea that you want...me..." he said almost snarkily, "is rather tempting," he then let his tongue dart out to tease the areola, wetting it before moving back minutely once more. "I was more inquiring on a particular...fantasy?" He said swallowing as one of his hands moved, sliding to her back, and fingers splaying over her arse; all the while his mouth moved back in, finally surrounding the tightened, puckered skin, sucking softly.