Fuck, the way she was moving... He felt like every bit of blood he might have ever had in his body had gone completely south and was threatening to set his skin on fire. It was maddening and set his hips rocking against hers.
Okay. He couldn't take it. He just couldn't take it anymore. Nikolai pulled his mouth away from her's and leaned back to unbutton his jeans. If he could get his hands to work anyway. After a brief shake out, they were working properly and he rather unceremoniously shed his pants and boxers, letting them find their way to rest on top of her skirt wherever that was.
It was then that he remembered she had another layer of cloth keeping him from his goal. He grinned a bit impishly at her, resting a hand over that cloth and massaging her through it. He took a moment of pause, of catching his breath and noticed exactly where she had placed her hands. That grin widened.
Nik leaned in but pressed his mouth to her stomach, finding her tummy ring then which he played with then, just after muttering the words, "Such a well-behaved girl," against her skin. It was a reference to her hands. Nothing else about this could say 'well-behaved'. And he had no idea what had precisely brought that on, running purely on instinct - doing whatever felt right and saying the same.