Xanthippe groaned. "You're the worst." Yeah, he really wasn't. It was just her kneejerk reaction to even talk of teasing, and even as she said it, there was still something of a smirk on her face.

His hand was heaven and right now she was inclined to agree that yes, that was her due, same as his mouth a little later on. Her hips writhed against his hand. And one of her own hands slid to one of her breasts because they were just being awfully ignored right now. "Or maybe you're the best, I don't know. I just know I want to -- come on your face."

The pause was just from her pinching her nipple, and not anything else. Honest.