[ Clyteus is impressed with her (long awaited) ability to follow a direction. His hand goesup one shin delicately, fluttering at the end of her skirt as he gently drags his fingers and nails up the inside of one thigh. ]
Patience is a virtue, you know.
[ At which point, he trails the hand back down- both sets palms cup the underside of her knees as he pulls her toward the end of the table even more while he kneels to the carpet. Smiling, he nudges and pulls her apart as he kisses up the same thigh he'd touched before, his stubble scratching at her soft skin as he does so. The other hand is now busy grabbing up toward her hip, looking for undergarments to start to pull at so he can keep kissing upward. ]
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Patience is a virtue, you know.
[ At which point, he trails the hand back down- both sets palms cup the underside of her knees as he pulls her toward the end of the table even more while he kneels to the carpet. Smiling, he nudges and pulls her apart as he kisses up the same thigh he'd touched before, his stubble scratching at her soft skin as he does so. The other hand is now busy grabbing up toward her hip, looking for undergarments to start to pull at so he can keep kissing upward. ]