Azwel gives a soft moan of relief when she does that. He'd been straining against that fabric, and his cock throbs, hot and heavy under her fingers. When she lies back, he shifts a bit, also, hand slipping over her shoulder and neck as he kisses her slowly and lingeringly. He's feeling delightfully languid right now, even as his hand slides down to gently cup her breast, thumb tenderly rubbing the nipple.

He's going to have to wriggle out of his clothes, though, and after a moment he takes her hands in a gentle grasp and moves them to his shirt buttons.