[Exceptionally easily, almost laughably so. In this one and only instance, a woman's clothing seems far less complicated than a man's, but that is a thought he might revisit another time, another day.
Now, he thinks not of the ease with which he touches her but the sensation that meets his fingertips. She is so very wet and hot, and there's satisfaction in knowing that he has caused a similar physical reaction in her that she did with him, but his mind remains foggy and too-slippery all at once. That thought, too, doesn't linger.
No, Sholmes only wants to feel. And moreover, to learn. To take stock of her reactions, commit them to memory, with a confidence that perhaps seems foolish for how drug-addled he is.]
And... like this...?
[There's no point in being shy now, not with his fingers already pressed against her cunt. He dips down a little lower and slides one long and extended digit through her folds to wet the entire length of his finger, suddenly wishing most direly that he could see as well as feel. How very indecent in a thoroughly exciting way.]
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Now, he thinks not of the ease with which he touches her but the sensation that meets his fingertips. She is so very wet and hot, and there's satisfaction in knowing that he has caused a similar physical reaction in her that she did with him, but his mind remains foggy and too-slippery all at once. That thought, too, doesn't linger.
No, Sholmes only wants to feel. And moreover, to learn. To take stock of her reactions, commit them to memory, with a confidence that perhaps seems foolish for how drug-addled he is.]
And... like this...?
[There's no point in being shy now, not with his fingers already pressed against her cunt. He dips down a little lower and slides one long and extended digit through her folds to wet the entire length of his finger, suddenly wishing most direly that he could see as well as feel. How very indecent in a thoroughly exciting way.]