Tracing down her neck with his lips, he began following the muscle down. He didn't want to get stuck on one spot and bore her, after all. Her neck was tantalizingly delicate, and he wanted to see what sort of sounds he could get out of it. Feed the desire she had already shown him.<br/><br/>She was grinding against him, just a little bit. Then he realized it was right against his now fully stiffened member, the action readying himself as well. In kind, he rubbed back against her, testing how sensitive she was getting. Teasing against her tiny little button, he could feel every little shivering breath.<br/><br/>Tarrok's hands began to gravitate to her back. From their, they roamed eagerly, searching for any yet undiscovered territory. One slipped down, traveling past her tail and squeezing her bottom. Gently, he let his finger tips trace up her spine. Feeling the delicate shapes of her skin, savoring the mass and volume of them.<br/><br/>When he'd met her, he'd felt this airy-bodied quality. Even through the battle armor plate. Then, he was baffled how anyone might desire such a fragile thing. Now, it was the most exquisite thing he'd lain his eyes on.