[ Not even Claude with his control over showing or feeling something can pretend like those noises and that needy lift of her hips doesn't affect him, half hard as he is already inside his sleep shorts. And Hilda's challenge? It's a successful one: Claude withdraws his hand again, this time to slide it beneath her underwear as well. His hand comes to rest over hers with her free fingers curled into his palm as his other ones join hers around her clit. Much as he's enjoying her legs over his shoulders he leaves them around his waist now as he moves back up the bed to lean over her. ]

Like this end of the bed instead of where I was?

[ Asked with a heavy dose of faux innocence - of which they both know well he has none and this isn't what she meant by sitting back to watch. But Claude's choosing to find his own inspiration as he moves their fingers at pace which gets incrementally quicker every few seconds while watching her reaction considering he knows it's still not quite enough.

Which is why with a slight smirk he bends his head down, this time foregoing teasing her with his (other) hand to run his tongue over that bud of her nipple a few times in time with the strokes of her clit before pausing as he keeps their hands moving together while trailing his other fingers along her heat in more teasing than intent without further permission first. ]

Seems to be working out okay right here, unless there's something else you want.