[ god he's almost as easy as she is. She gasps a little when he breaks the kiss, dropping her shoulder a little so her collar angles enough that he can keep his mouth there, goosebumps raising over her skin. And now that her mouth is free she can get a real look at him. She leans her head against his to watch as her fingers explore, over the curves of the muscle, pads of her fingers soft over the slight bulge of veins or the bits of him she can tell definitely aren't human. Circle her fingers up under the head, brush her thumb delicately over the tip, and delight in the complaints it drags from him. If he wants to beg, maybe like this...?

She eases that a little with another little stroke, slow, as his hands shove her bra out of the way. She makes a faintly embarrassed noise but leans into his touch, squirming under the scratch of this callouses. ]