I do my best. Anyway, I am teasing you a little bit. You could stand to say "please" more, but everyone is also different. The point is I could tell it cost you something to admit what you did and that's the delight of it, sometimes. It all depends on the people involved and the circumstances.

[She glides up his body, barely-clothed breasts pressing against his chest.]

But a promise is a promise. [Her voice lowers as she begins to divest him of his remaining clothes. She does not bother to hide her appreciative stares as more and more of him is properly revealed. He's beautiful and strong, an ideal made flesh.]

How do you want me, Nite? Do you want me to ride you for all I'm worth, watching my breasts bounce as I dance on your cock? Or should I know my place beneath you, humbled by your perfection? Or would you chase mystery, having me on all fours and away from you? Leaving you to wonder what expression I'm making as you fuck me.

[Lily indulgently runs her hands along her sides, moving forward as they run over her breasts and then she hooks her thumbs beneath the straps of her nightgown, watching him the entire while as she slowly, slowly, begins to draw them down her arms, breasts revealing themselves little by aching little--

until she snaps the straps up on her shoulders.]

Any of that or others are your choice.