The dress fell gracelessly from Cerie's form, but any chance of his drinking in the sight of Cerie was dashed when she so teasingly caressed him. The sensation, while expected, overwhelmed his senses for a brief moment. He voiced his pleasure lowly, a warm low tone breathed out into her ear from deep within his chest. The sound brought him back from the hazy-mindedness that her touch brought him to, but instead of being clear, he was hot and humid, like a summer's day back home.

He pushed Cerie back onto her bed, and let his hands flow down and touch her, exploring her breasts and sides and stomach, and even while he was riding that wave within him, rocking his hips slightly as her hand drifted back and forth, he was watching and listening, cataloguing her gasps and moans and the way she looked at him when his own fingers found her wet slit. With his own teasing motion, he mimicked her movements, rubbing and pressing when she squeezed ever so slightly, caressing and teasing when she only barely touched it, and finding her nub when she played with the tip of his member.