Spurred on by her enthusiasm, he continued, without hesitation. In moments, she found him seemingly everywhere at once; his lips darting over her skin, kissing, licking, sucking gently. His fingers teased along her curves, brushed gently across her thighs, stroked her tail, caressed her ear, moving, flowing, switching deftly from one to the next, never giving her a moment's respite. Every touch was meant to add just a little more pleasure, a soft promise of what more was to come, and he listened to her, taking his cues from her responses, keeping her one her toes... and all while remaining fully dressed, himself.<br/><br/>His goal didn't seem to be to bring her to climax, though; he seemed intent on building her slowly towards that peak... and to keep her there, toying with her, teasing her on the edge, but never quite letting her over. Maybe he wanted to drive her wild, so she would throw herself at him, begging for release, or tearing his clothes off to get what she wanted? Or was he simply doing it, to heighten her pleasure through anticipation, of the moment when that glorious release finally came. He certainly wasn't saying, but the playful look in his eye indicated that it was very intentional.