His teasing and the tickling of his beard had her squirming beneath him, fighting the instinctual urge to move away when all she really wanted was to be closer and have more of that wonderful touch of his. Her breathing had become more audible but also shallower, and her hands returned to clutching at him, one grasping at a shoulder while the other wove into that wild hair she'd come to adore.

She could tell by the pace that he was intending to take things slowly, and while she could appreciate that, she fully intended to make him pay for it later when she had her turn to play and explore. For now, she'd let him enjoy himself, even if it was sweet torture for her. She did lift her hips slightly off the bed though, to provide a little bit of assistance as he worked on removing her pants, an effort of which she greatly approved.