Selina smiled back up at him raising an eyebrow, her lips forming a quizzical grin as he spoke. A while was good - a while was more than good. It was great.
"I wouldn't expect any less from you..." she replied breathlessly, giving in to his touch. She was used to being in control, calling the shots; letting him move over her felt strange, but Selina was prepared to let go. She'd already let go of so much in the last few hours it seemed a shame to stop now.
Her eyes closed slowly, her mouth hanging agape as she enjoyed the feel of his lips against her skin, relaxing and letting him remove her blouse without effort, her arms raised above her head. Her body stretched out as his mouth found her neck. His touch was gentle - and it didn't surprise her when his hand found her breast, pushing against the soft white bra like it was nothing at all. A moan escaped from between her lips as she spoke again, Selina found her back arching, pushing his hand harder down through the fabric. All she wanted was to feel him play with her, his large incredibly hard hands toying with her pale soft skin. The things those hands could do... it was a craving crystallised over a decade of flirting and stolen kisses.
"I never thought of you as a religious man -- " Selina replied, her neck tilting back further, her legs moving up and rubbing against his own.
" -- But I suppose at the right alter anyone can be converted..."