Lhurriel sighed a soft prayer as his hand dipped beneath her skirt, drawing it up until one of her thighs was almost completely bared, with the hem ruched up, resting, on his wrist. The soft whimper was a plea for more - the gasp, a signal that he was making her hotter and wetter. She squirmed in his arms now, holding back the moans that threatened to purr from deep in her throat, the task harder when she felt his lips bend hot kisses to her nipples. She trembled delicately when his fingers caressed the underside of her tender flesh, and clenched the back of his shirt in her hands as lust gripped her tightly in its palm.<br/><br/>"Over... dressed. Perhaps just a lit-little bit." Her breath hitched again, but she eagerly set her fingers to his shirt and pants, unbuttoning buttons and unlacing ties where appropriate. Not soon enough, her wandering hands edged beneath the hem of his shirt, and she drew it up with eager fingers, touching and exploring the hard planes of his body as she exposed him.<br/><br/>"Has our problem of dress been resolved yet?" She teased as she drew off the shirt, then reached down between them to caress his length, which hardened against her touch.