The nip stirs his growing want, and her breathy voice in his ear sends shivers through him. The assessment is fair; he has been holding back, and maybe he isn't going to fully let go today, but she's right that there's less need for it. Certainly no need to keep apart. If they hadn't drank last time, he likely would have crossed this threshold then.

Encouraged by how strongly she reacted to his hand trailing down her, he moves one hand back to her breast, massaging it firmly as he kisses her harder still. The other slides from her hip to her ass, fingers wide and digging into the flesh there, wanting to know how she'll react, wanting to hold her close to him. It occurs to him he's likely the only person who has touched her like this and a low sound of pleasure sounds from his throat.

It's tormenting, though, to have her naked under his hands but blocked from him by the towel. The need to remove it is quickly gaining priority over the need to keep touching her.