You know... contrary to most beliefs -- [He stops in distraction, her hands smoothing up his legs in the most perfect way to bring with them a wave of heat. For a moment, he needs only breath, eyes fluttering closed.] I enjoy the easy games. No challenges at all.

[All right, that wasn't true. He's simply enjoying her banter, and. And, of course, the way her hands track across his skin. With his eyes closed, it is only a guess where she meant to touch next, and the anticipation alone is enough to prickle his arms with goosebumps.]

Fuck. That feels wonderful. [It's slow, but methodical; more importantly, it is Nadine taking her time and... experimenting, perhaps that's the word. Finding what she can take from him. Or finding what she wants to take.

He opens his eyes, feeling her dipping down. Closer. Heat flares up his throat, leaving streaks of pink.] I look forward to losing, then.

[But he's doing so well so far. His hands are above his head, fingers twisted together, tangled but not holding tight.]