“Hm, so I guess I’m getting myself all worked up for nothing?” she replied, nipping at him again.

The pace he set was strangely thrilling with how lazy and slow it was, but when that one finger occasionally went just a little further it was almost maddening. She couldn’t be the only one feeling this, not after how worked up he’d gotten himself earlier without her even touching him.

Finally she felt a chink in his armour, that stutter in his breath, the way his fingers tightened on her neck. She instinctively ground herself against him again.

“You know, this is entirely unfair. All night you’ve been wearing considerably more clothes than me.”