A quick breath escaped him, snagging on his teeth as he felt her hand move to palm against him, his nose pressing against her jaw as he attempted to stifle a growl. Finding him not entirely successful, his hips jerked forward, pressing into the slow, steady movement, pressure coiling low in his abdomen with a fire that he set to his kisses instead, trailing them down her side, along the curve of her breast. He was already hard, almost painfully so, and had half a mind to laugh at himself for having so little self-restraint. Or perhaps, he thought instead, perhaps it wasn't the effect of time or being in any way denied, but instead a result of Lily being what she was. Special. Full of life and laughter, and every bit as magnetic as the dark color of her eyes.

Fingers tracing lightly over her abdomen, Sawyer's hand soon moved down to cup her in return, pressing steadily through cloth as his free hand brushed along her thigh, wrapping her leg as well as he could around his waist. Had he been hastier, more desperate, chances were they'd be laid bare, but a part of him preferred it this way. Not slow, exactly, but steady. Every step along the way a chance for him to step back, if he felt this too much, or potentially a mistake.

Continuing to hold her as closely as he could, pressed flush to his body, Sawyer traced his tongue around darker skin, hot kisses pressed against her breast, nipple worried between gentle teeth. More important than having his own fun was ensuring that she had hers.

It seemed right for her personality.