He felt the fingers move to him, and he felt pleasure. It was great and wonderful, he had to work to try and stop his hips from starting to rock in her hands. But he did not move, feeling the last bit of clothing falling to the ground. He just looked at her, his hands move down to her bra, and gave a pull.<br/><br/>"Now, take off yours. But don't remove one of your hands."<br/><br/>He wanted him mate to be open to him. He wanted to know her body like no one else knew. He was going to make sure to mark her right, during the act of pure sex, right before they both climaxed. He feeling of her hands still sending jolts of pleasure thought his body. He let out a growl, and waiting for her soft fingers to do there work. He could feel her actions starting to get more bold and direct. He was loving it. He was going to make sure that she knew that he was going to be a sexual mate, and he expected it from her.