[ That draws a low huff of a laugh from him, and he's about to answer her that he doesn't give a fuck if it is tacky because that's all he's thinking of doing right now, but then she's taking his hand and kissing each of his fingertips; and feeling the warmth of her tongue sends a spike of arousal straight through him. The rest of the room ceases to exist, and his lips are on hers in an instant, his tongue sliding against hers with a low groan as his hand returns to her thigh.
His fingertips slide along her inner thigh until he reaches the edge of her underwear, taking a moment to tease her by brushing her lightly over the lace. There's another low, hungry sound from his throat when he feels how wet she is through the fabric, then he's pushing it aside so he can glide his fingertips across her clit, making small circles as he holds her close with his other arm. Thanks to the table, they look like any other couple making out, and he's careful to make sure his movements are measured enough so that it stays that way, but it's a challenge. ]
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His fingertips slide along her inner thigh until he reaches the edge of her underwear, taking a moment to tease her by brushing her lightly over the lace. There's another low, hungry sound from his throat when he feels how wet she is through the fabric, then he's pushing it aside so he can glide his fingertips across her clit, making small circles as he holds her close with his other arm. Thanks to the table, they look like any other couple making out, and he's careful to make sure his movements are measured enough so that it stays that way, but it's a challenge. ]