[It's apparent that her words are doing wonders for him, something noticeable in his pants while he works his leg against her in a lazy, teasing manner. His breaths are deep, lips seeking her neck in return for a brief splashing of kisses along it. He hums thoughtfully against her collarbone, shirt lifted just above her breasts; a hand caresses their curves with appreciation.] Mmhmm?
Tell me more. [Of what you'd do. It's incredibly arousing, fantasizing a sick mix of pleasure and pain. It's what he feeds off of, essentially. Lower and lower his hand will dip though, coinciding with the lift and hold of his knee right between her legs. His fingers work the fastenings of her pants while he makes an attempt to keep her on her toes-- literally.]