She moved, and twitched as his hands continued his explorations of her body that weren't really explorations so much as planned out assaults on her. But she didn't mind in the slightest. She wanted this. She wanted him, like this, like she'd always thought he could be.
When he continued to tease her, a stream of curses, both incoherent and not, left her lips in a convoluted mix of both languages, hopefully expressing just how frustrated she was at the situation. Her body moved largely of it's own accord, trying to encourage him to move his hand, to touch her more, to fuck her, to do anything other than just sitting there like that. It was just torture and he knew it.
"Simon... please..." she moaned out, fast reaching a point where she was beyond coherent thought. Her hips were all but thrusting up against his hand at this point.