Sean did laugh softly at Arianna's comment. It was a bit goofy sounding, but at the moment, he didn't really care. All he was concerned with right now were those mischievous green eyes, those tantalizing pouting lips, and the sensual, erotic shifting of her body under his. Licking his lips, then growled softly, licking hers, "<b><i>Mmm, I feel like I've been starving now that I've been with you.</i></b>" Which couldn't be more true. Despite popular belief, someone working in Sean's field couldn't have sex with just anyone, and forget a relationship. The only meaningful relationship he'd been trying to develop was one with a cop who he'd been working with on a streak of arresting abusive and neglectful parents, as well as finding homes for the children. Not to mention this particular cop covered for him when he lost it with a few parents caught in the act of physical abuse. Sean moaned softly, rocking his thighs against Arianna's. He wasn't that hard now, and he actually strained to stay inside her, but just the feeling of holding her, knowing her, was more than enough for him.<br/><br/>No, Sean didn't miss seeing the vibrator on the nightstand. He actually rose an eyebrow, then glanced down at Arianna. He wasn't appalled at all; if anything, he was becoming aroused. His curiosity was piqued and his disciplinary side was rearing up again. Leaning down to kiss Arianna briefly, he crawled over her to her nightstand. With one swift snap of his arm he grabbed the vibrator, tugging open the drawer to see some rubbing oil as well. Looking down he winked at Arianna and took both, resuming his looming position over her. He sat up straight, almost squatting in front of her, his soft, sloppy cock laying on her smooth pubic mound, the crotch of her thong slipping along her sweaty, glistening skin, catching on his flared head, eliciting a tremble from Sean as he began to coat the vibrator with oil.<br/><br/>He didn't bother to glance down at Arianna; the developing tension in her body spoke volumes. "<b><i>You know, I've always been curious how these things really work, my naughty little Arianna. What do you say to some experimentation?</i></b>" He really wasn't concerned with her reaction. He knew she'd likely agree to whatever he had planned, primarily because she knew he intended her no harm. He'd be rough, of course, but he wouldn't hurt her, even if she asked. Once the vibrator was sufficiently lubricated he then tipped the bottle of oil over Arianna's thighs, squeezing out just a bit to run over her puffy, swollen folds, slowly massaging it into her skin, teasing, taunting. He then turned the vibrator on the lowest setting, leaning down and brushing his lips against hers, using his body to block her vision of their thighs. He was confident in his familiarity with her body, allowing him to ensure that where ever he struck her with the vibrator it would be a surprise.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>