*doesn't let up much more space, drawing excitement from the added friction*
*breathing against your neck as he pushes his hand up underneath your top, pulling it up as he goes, lets you feel his lips* *in tones that would be deferential from anyone else's mouth* My Lady. *closes his mouth down to kiss your neck and bites gently as you whimper*
*grunts faintly as your hands do their work but makes no effort to rush you* Someone's in a hurry. *drags your top off as if to confirm*