Alaine stopped his humming after it was onvious the dance was not forthcoming and frowned a bit. His mind switched back to happy readily when she gave him plenty of show as she stripped down to her skin. He had already seen everything in the bathhouse, but there was something different this way. True, she had been presenting herself then as well, but this was so much more visceral and sensual. The way her legs flexed and her hips shook as she defrocked herself had him blood racing in a way her mouth had not even been avle to compete with. The way her breasts moved as the cloth passed over them, how her arms and hads concealed and revealed her flesh, the way her oants peeeled off her skin: all of it had his mouth watering and his cock painfully erect.<br/><br/>If he wanted to be at all avle to satisfy her the way she was making him happy, he needed to calm down. He stood and removed his own shirt is a brisk move. Not sensual in the same way, the motion still mad a msculine briskness and machismo to it. He, too, had already put everything on display, but hoped to add a bit to it the same as she had. He then stripped his own pants off in a more hurried and violent way. Stepping up and down a few times to get them the last bit off. He ran a hand through his hair and then stepped in close to her, "Before this begins and is over, I wanted to say that you are a beautiful creature. You should consider a life less on the edge and risky."<br/><br/>He wrapped one broad arm around her waist and pulled her hips toward him so his member poked playfully at her flesh like a red hot spear and ran his lips down her neck to her breast bone and took a deep breath, "Somethign about a woman's smell when she is frahly stripped of her leathers. Mm, musky." He licked up over the swell of her breast, skirting the nipple, and kissed the top of her shoulder. He was still trying to delay to calm his boiling blood, but it was slow work.<br/><br/>He lifted her one armed and carried her to the bed. This time he was gentle and they did a little dance/wrestling where his mouth, hot breath, and hands traced her outlines and highlighted the parts which delighted him the most. The swell of her hip tasted salty and sweet, the smell of leather strong, her calves were suple pools of power, her belly an expanse of plain his finger raced across, and her ears were treasures he worshipped. Slowly, Alaine gained control over himself despite hernown exploration, so he swung her around quickly at one point that ended with her straddling his waist and him smilling up at her, "Think the next pRt should be your pace instead of mine? I kind of miffed it last time. Just go slow, For now. I mean, if you won't dance, at least I should get to watch you sway this way."