Her clothes, so easy to remove in comparison, surrendered quickly to Nightwing's expert fingers and lips. Fire followed every trail of his hands and mouth, causing waves of pleasure to crash against her skin and ignite her erogenous zones. Her nails dug into his suit, dealing no damage, but applying pressure to let him know how excited she was. Her back arched when he found her clitoris, her teeth tightening on his earlobe in response.<i>Fuck</i>, she wanted him.<br/><br/><i>"Your hand is so close,"</i>he encouraged, which renewed her vigorous search. It was hard to be patient when his body was so close and yet so far. She wanted him on her,<i>in</i>her, around her.<br/><br/>Her free hand slipped between their stomachs to rub the bulge between his legs in an attempt to relieve some of<i>his</i>"stress", but the damn suit was just<i>in the way</i>.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 0)">"Where?"</span>Dinah panted, thighs parting and squeezing in intervals. God, his fingers....<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 0)">"I want it <i>off</i>,"</span>she complained. Just then she felt a small button by his spine.<i>Bingo</i>. She pushed it open.