It barely registered to him when she removed their last remaining articles of clothes, his fingers now pressed firmly against her bare, slick wetness.  He could feel the heat coming off of her, and he nipped and nibbled on the swollen nub between his lips.  His shaft jumped and throbbed in her hand as she stroked, a soft, whimpering moan vibrating against her breast.<br/><br/>When she spoke, he pulled away from her nipple to look up at her, his breath heavy, his eyes glazed over with lust.  "I want to do whatever it takes to make you whimper, gasp, and moan.  I want to keep touching you, tasting you, feeling you against me, and around me."  As he talked, his fingers began to stroke and caress her, teasing her sensitive flesh.