Thar'ok groaned, confirming her belief that he'd enjoyed her rubbing him.<br/><br/>"Your hands," he said with a low groan, "Your tongue.  Just rubbing it against your soft body.  You can please me with these things."<br/><br/>He moved over to the large pile of furs that served as his bed and pulled off the last of his clothes.  "Strip," he ordered her, "So we don't tear that pretty gown.  Then come here..."