[saber chuckles, low and deep, predatory in how he looks at her. he wants to swallow her whole. the moonlight makes her skin look porcelain for how pale she is. a moment's pause when he catches the stretchmarks, as brief as they show, they're there. he knows what those mean: a mother. not that he cares about them, but they make him more curious.

for as much space as there is between them he closes it, inching forward to walk her back toward the bed. deliberately slow until she's at the edge of the mattress. he's so close their hips are almost touching. no man ever having gone down on her, he wants the impression to last. wants her to think that only he can give what he knows she'll crave after him.]

We aren't at you riding my dick yet. I wanna know what you like before all that. [one hand reaches up to tuck her hair behind her ear and cup her face. gentle at first, thumb brushing over her lower lip.] Like how you touch yourself.

[he's not answering her, especially not as he's leaning down make it seem like he's going to kiss her. those plush lips of hers, he'd like to open them up and make her moan.]

I'll tell you what I like if you think it'll help get you wet. Get on the bed for me, hm?

[his free hand traces down between her breasts and lingers at her belly. he can sense that she's a bit nervous, not used to talking openly about things. what teenage girl is? he likes that.]