[that's all the urging he needs -- he hates to see her impatient, but at once loves that his touch can work her into this state. A shame about all the water, or he'd be able to get a little more creative.]
[for now though he has better things to focus on as his fingers slide up her thigh to her core, pads of his fingers still slick and smelling of lavender. One long stroke of exploration, seeking her reactions, determining how this will go -- does she wish for him to move quickly, or play her bit by bit?]