Kennet kept the tease of his fingers excruciatingly slow, feeling the bubbling heat of need inside of her and waiting for that hidden whimper to fall from her lips. "That is because you do not know when to stop." Kennet leaned in, brushing heated lips against the cooled shadows protecting her wherever he burnt her. A quick flick of his hand and his finger plunged deep once more. "But it can be appreciated that you can go from being scolded to on your knees quite quickly."