[He doesn't miss the ways she skillfully disposes of their underthings, graceful despite the desperation of their actions. It would be so, so easy to pull her onto him with a single sharp tug— and though he can see that eagerness in her, too, feel the heat ramping up bet between him as every touch sends sparks across the surface of his skin, it would be a terrible shame for them to become so wrapped up in the heat of the moment that it's all over too quickly. He groans softly as she teases her fingertips against his thigh, meeting her gaze with his own, his pupils blown wide with desire, with raw want.

There's no barrier remaining between them now, which becomes all the more apparent as he pulls her flush against him before cupping the side of her face and drawing her downward into a searing kiss, with enough force that it crushes their lips together, exhaling once it breaks, one corner of his mouth twitching upwards into a wicked smirk.]

Come here.

[He moves so quickly that the actual mechanics of it are lost in the moment; she's on her back in moments with him crouching over her, kissing his way down the column of her throat as he rolls her nipple teasingly between his thumb and index finger. He trails a series of kisses downwards, along her sternum and the valley between her breasts, craning his neck to catch her unattended nipple between his teeth, teasing at it with the very tip of his tongue.]

I promised you a distraction— [His voice is low and husky with need, the heat of his breath rolling against sensitive skin, one hand gliding over her hip.] —and I intend to deliver. It would be such a shame to rush things. It should be a distraction worth remembering.