Her little growls were certainly an improvement. Of course he had not made her like him and she was not going to start combusting in direct sunlight. But one of the things a long life gave was an abundance of time to observe the human condition. And Noelle needed a bit more brashness, a bit more aggression, and their little games would go a long way to providing that. So he tilted his head and struggled slightly to keep his throat from her as he made her have to work in order to keep his hands pinned down.<br/><br/>Of course this only served to make their bodies writhe together even more. If not for the fact she was still clothed she would be well on her way to having him anyway she desired at the moment. But the interfering garments kept that from happening even if his manhood was free and trapped between them. That particular delay added another degree of frustration which only served to stoke the fires to greater and greater heights.