She'd felt the feather-light lick, alright. It sent a shiver down her spine. Lust had heightened her senses impossibly. Every touch only flamed her desire more as a frustrated whimper passed the desperate lips, her whole body writhing up against his at the denial.<br/><br/><span style="color: darkgreen">"So cruel, lovie...bu' two can play tha' game." </span>Was her seductive purr. Her head inclined, letting her breath fall warm against his ear with no contact to follow it. Her fingernails grazed lightly over the exposed flesh of his back, barely enough to tease as her hips rose to his, offering a clothed taste of exactly what he was missing. If the game was to be who could carry this on longer, she'd surely lose. His ministrations were driving her mad, the feable hold she had on composure dangerously close to snapping.<br/><br/>The breasts he'd so enjoyed viewing heaved slightly as her breaths grew heavier with their play, brushing against his chest with each intake. A leather-clad leg rose, rubbing against his own as it did so in an attempt to break through his very controlled, but pleasurable, torture.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>