"Anything you want, Damita." He kissed softly at the nape of her neck, nuzzling his lips against her ear. He kept rubbing that damp cloth against her hot little slit, though, pressing it even more firmly against her lips. He purred into her ear, that hand on her hip shifting to let his fingers slip into hers.<br/><br/>Then, abruptly, he stopped worked her pussy. He nuzzled her cheek, then tossed that washcloth into the bucket. He stood up, trying to compose himself. He obviously wanted much more, but doubted she was ready just yet.<br/><br/>He rubbed an affectionate hand over her shoulder. "Get dressed, I'll bring the horses around. Its a long ride, and the sooner its done with, the better you'll feel." He smiled, squeezing her shoulder before heading back out of the tent.