[ And he earns one - although she does what she can to muffle the noise by biting down her lip never once allowing her gaze to leave his. It's not long before her nipples are pert perks, the exposed skin of her belly and chest now pebbled not because of the warm summer air but ignited because of his touch.

It's his teeth against the sensitive skin of her thighs however that finally coax another soft needy sound from her. Her hips jerk involuntarily and the hand that had been teasing the quickly dampening fabric presses against herself a little harder. Hilda can't help but let out a breathy laugh as her fingers slip underneath the delicate lace of her underwear this time. A hand slips underneath the pillow behind her head, as her back arches her body quietly calling out for him in spite of what her words say otherwise. But she wouldn't give in that easily. ]

More specific? If I have to be more specific then you might have to go sit at the other end of the bed. Maybe it would inspire you or encourage you to think a little faster on your feet.

[ Her knuckles stretch the fabric as her fingers begin to play with her clit, eyes shining with that unspoken challenge. ]