Having her resist was part of the fun, really, because he could tell just by where she held her tension what it was she wanted to do, just the same as he knew the game was to see whose patience would win out.

Most of the time it was his, but not always.

His smile just spread as he shifted his weight again, settling himself that much more comfortably, preparing himself for the long haul and freeing his other hand as well, resuming stroking along the inside of her thigh with that one as he continued the half-teasing pattern of only upward strokes with the backs of his fingers, thumb grazing her clit on every third or fourth pass.

It didn't take long before he was actually parting her lips as he did so, movements a little firmer and a little faster, though still with the same steady rhythm.