Skellig cannot help but laugh under his breath at her innocence, given the 'situation'.
"You are welcome - and yes, it is quite pleasurable," he agrees, before he contemplates just how to best explain what he'd like her to do for him. He suspects that once she starts touching him, he will lose his ability to speak clear sentences as the ache grows in the pit of his belly. "Here...I will show you."
Reaching for her hand, he wraps his fingers around hers and then brings them up under his kilt, pushing the fabric aside before he places her hand to rest against his inner thigh. "It would please me to be touched, by you..."
And the most straightforward way to explain just how, is to demonstrate. With his hand, he lightly strokes his fingers over his cock, a shiver running down his spine as he touches himself. He wants his hand to be replaced with hers, but that will happen momentarily - after a brief moment of 'demonstration' of what he likes best, he reaches for her hand on his thigh, bringing their hands together to stroke over his length.
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"You are welcome - and yes, it is quite pleasurable," he agrees, before he contemplates just how to best explain what he'd like her to do for him. He suspects that once she starts touching him, he will lose his ability to speak clear sentences as the ache grows in the pit of his belly. "Here...I will show you."
Reaching for her hand, he wraps his fingers around hers and then brings them up under his kilt, pushing the fabric aside before he places her hand to rest against his inner thigh. "It would please me to be touched, by you..."
And the most straightforward way to explain just how, is to demonstrate. With his hand, he lightly strokes his fingers over his cock, a shiver running down his spine as he touches himself. He wants his hand to be replaced with hers, but that will happen momentarily - after a brief moment of 'demonstration' of what he likes best, he reaches for her hand on his thigh, bringing their hands together to stroke over his length.