Skellig grunts quietly as she starts to stroke his cock, his breath catching in his chest as his hips press closer to her touch, silently begging more please more because all of THAT feels so very good.

Kissing her feels natural, feels right - so he explores that option by letting his mouth wander from hers, pressing his lips to her jawline, her throat - maybe it is instinct, maybe it is muscle memory taking over once again (who knows and who cares) - and then he allows his mouth to settle at her breast, his tongue circling her nipple before he captures it and sucks gently, while continuing to stroke her clit and thrust a finger inside of her.

With his other hand now free, he reaches down and allows his fingertips to join hers on his cock, and he groans as he feels a wave of pleasure ripple over him - at the rate he is responding, he will he hard enough for her in short order - but that will require him to work her into a greater state of arousal - he adds a second finger to the first inside of her.