He slid his fingers over her, woefully indirect, spreading slick but not giving her what she wanted. Kell's tongue was in her mouth and she twined it with her own almost helplessly, lost to the sensations of her body as it came alive beneath him. She was too focused on his fingers than on his mouth, as he swiped around her. Neria arched her hips, tried to direct him. He barely dipped himself inside of her; Neria gasped, shifting, and his fingers fled. He was being deliberate in meting out her pleasure. Stoked her now, teased her, giving her something but not enough.

A brief whine left her, pressed against his mouth and his tongue, and her hands settled briefly over his bared hips. Fingers dragged there, just a little, before she found she tired of scratching him. Her fingers drifted over the backs of his thighs, over sensitive skin. Then she gave him the flat of her palm to rub against, just enough for him to chase but not moving to stroke him. Not yet.

Two could play this game.

She turned her head to kiss him again, again, drawing his lower lip between her own so she could nip, then suck, then released so she could have his tongue too. She wanted all of him, everything that was Kell.