Tarrok gave an affirmative sound before gently putting his bottom hand underneath her. Carefully, he lifted her up just a bit so he could turn her about face. With her back against his chest, it was simply just less of a strain of his wrist. It also opened up some other fun possibilities.<br/><br/>His hand slid down her body, palm making contact with the skin. Tarrok wanted her to feel this coming, closer and closer. When he reached her soft lips, he gingerly poked the very tips of his fingers in first. Once he was sure she was ready, he slipped in pointer and middle finger just a bit more inside. Waiting in the wings, his thumb circled around her button just waiting for an opportunity to pounce.<br/><br/>Supplementing this, he resumed paying homage at the temple that was her neck. Different side, but he was using the same rough plan. Though he was being more on the teasing side of things, content to let the simple stimulation of his breath when it would suffice. Tarrok's other hand would cup Aiko's breast, massaging its softness and gently squeezing it. Slowly, he let his fingers approach the stiffening peak as he fell into a satisfactory rhythm.