He pressed a series of firm kisses to her lips, tantalizing by not pressing for a deeper kiss, only hot lingering before pulling away just enough for her to speak. There were times he was more than content to tease her for a change of pace, though often it ended up feeling like he was teasing himself in the end.
He rocked his hips up into her for a moment, pressing her firmly against him. "Always now," he growled softly against her skin. He wanted her NOW of course, but sometimes she just begged to be teased. He kissed her teasingly again. "What if I want to make you waaaait." He drawled it out.
"I'll never stop wanting you like this," he told her fervently, groaning slightly as she touched him, pressing firmly back. He knew he wouldn't--he would always want her, no matter what. It was a bone-deep, soul-deep knowledge.
He nipped her neck but soothed it immediately with his tongue. She always tasted so damned good.