[He smiles into her very words, his hands smoothly sliding that fabric over her hips and thighs as she shifts to aid him in his efforts, letting it come to rest just above her knees— he'll have to take care of it in full, momentarily, but he's not quite ready to pull away from her yet, and claims another kiss following her question, feeling himself quickly growing heady, the room seeming far warmer now than it had been when he'd been awaiting her arrival.]
Not especially. Too hasty, am I?
[Though there's a light, teasing note to his question, it is still genuine— her comfort matters, after all, though he doesn't think she'll feel particularly rushed once he starts in earnest. He pulls back until he's mostly upright, resting on his knees and offering her a knowing smirk as he slides her underthings downwards and lightly takes hold of one ankle after the other to free her, tossing them aside while leaving her the relative modesty of her sundress for the time being.]
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Not especially. Too hasty, am I?
[Though there's a light, teasing note to his question, it is still genuine— her comfort matters, after all, though he doesn't think she'll feel particularly rushed once he starts in earnest. He pulls back until he's mostly upright, resting on his knees and offering her a knowing smirk as he slides her underthings downwards and lightly takes hold of one ankle after the other to free her, tossing them aside while leaving her the relative modesty of her sundress for the time being.]
A bit eager, I'll admit.
[Who wouldn't be?]