Sean smiled as Arianna's thighs thrust backward into his face. Under normal circumstances he'd merely open his mouth and extend his tongue in anticipation, but this wasn't intimate, yet, this was a duel. Sean knew now that Arianna knew it was him simply by the force of the impact from her thighs into his face. Just as her thighs and pert rump pressed into his face and rubbed against him, he realized that she had successfully pushed him backward, weakening his hold further on her neck and one of her wrists. Such a clever woman she was, using his knowledge and calculated assumptions against him. He'd be congratulating her very soon. Just as he began to think about how he should go about that, he felt her leg thrust back, hooking around his neck, though still now applying enough force to hurt. Though Arianna was likely trying to hold Sean in place, he knew she couldn't hold him if he chose to, say, move forward, back between her thighs. Hmmm, perhaps he'd congratulate her now.<br/><br/>In one swift blur Sean was darting forward, grinning as he mashed his face between Arianna's warm thighs, worming his tongue under her thong and flicking at her tender slit and clitoral hood. He had effectively pinned her to the table once more, juicy rump in the air, though she was free to move, for the moment. While his tongue lashed against her silky flesh, Sean braced his hands against the underside of the table, growling into Arianna's cooch as he hefted her and the table up just long enough to hear the 'clank' of the handcuff. Once that sound registered in his ears he dropped the table with a thud, keeping Arianna off balance, long enough for Sean to grab her legs, hoist them over his shoulders in a scissor-type formation, rising slightly to keep Arianna's chest and belly pressed against the surface of the table. Though he didn't need to restrain her hands, he wanted to, so his own arms shot out, curling her body slightly, waiting for her hands to shoot back in protest, then gripped them tight, pulling them down beside her thighs.<br/><br/>It was times like this that Sean truly appreciated his line of work. So efficiently was he trained to immobilize that he took a moment to pause and admire Arianna, though with that tight rear filling most of his line of sight, he couldn't really see her face, or much of anything else. Not that he minded. Between her thighs was exactly where he wanted to be right now. She may have been trying to stifle and mask her needful moans, but her potent vaginal heat wafted around him and filled his nostrils. Had he not been so close to her inner thighs, he would never know, which made her such a brilliant and perfect informant. He smiled, then without another lost moment buried his face between her legs, biting her thong between his teeth, tugging, and meeting her 'lips' with his.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>