More tension = greater release. Foreplay all the way.

Thomas slowly pulled the shirt up and off her, leaning closer and closer to her face as his arms stretched further and further to the tips of her fingers. She grinned mischievously "And here I thought you were a rule breaker..."

Thomas raised his eyebrows. "Which is the greater rule, that of taking only the amount of cloth explicitly given or that of the man losing himself to the act instead of basking in the buildup?"

"Dare you butcher semantics so severely?" Vanessa lowered her arms around Thomas' neck, kissing his cheek and pushing him back into a sitting position where she slowly lowered herself onto his lap. "Given one background 'rule' refers to a social custom of fair play of some sort, in another it refers to an ordinary pattern of affairs. Yet you use the two as if they are interchangeable, a most inconsiderate leap is it not?"

Thomas now cloned Vanessa's grin. "It seems you've caught me red handed, I am indeed abusing semantics for simplification's sake. The full story is that I am a rule breaker, but I also delight in the buildup before the finale, especially in sexual matters. On rare occasions in which an exceptional gulf spans between what could be achieved with breaking a most inticing rule to demolish and the mountain of emotional joy that can be reaped from such buildup I'm afraid the latter must take priority."

"A disciplined rebel then, breaking even semantic bounds if it suits you but unwilling to miss an opportunity to **** your assistant to suffer pent up desires for prolonged periods if it means satisfying your own needs and perhaps increasing the probability that she beg you to strip her of more than just her clothes?" She teased, shifting her body in a most alluring fashion to grind on him momentarily.

"The ruthless pedantic lass bares her fangs and strikes..." He played along with her teasing, placing his hands on her hips to encourage her to continue her movements against his now very attentive erection. "But a question now asked but unanswered stands to change the tides; will she beg?"

She bit her lip momentarily, unbeknownst to Thomas her vaginal lips spreading to accommodate the shaft of his member even through all the layers of clothing still present between them both. "Mmhph...the night is still young, there are yet more rules to break before it comes to that." She stated, her breathing becoming increasingly distorted by her pleasure.

"Ah but rules of which kind, I do wonder?" Thomas asked cheekily, his breath not unaffected by her perfect swaying hips pressing her most private organ against his.

"...Sh-shut up-..ah!.." Vanessa stuttered, increasing the intensity and pace of her grinding and squeezing him to let him know her words were a concession of the mental proxy war and not meant to be taken seriously.

Thomas had to pour all his willpower into using his hands to slow rather than hasten her movements. "I thought the night was young?"

She collapsed into him with a frustrated moan. "How cruel of you..."

He ran his hands around her now nearly bare back to embrace her. "Cruel for now, but I suspect the merits of the bittersweet will make themselves clear soon enough..." And as he allowed his words to trail off he slowly dragged his fingers down her back to the hem of her trousers, nearly too distracted to notice her letting her own hands run a trail of their own down his chest.

Vanessa began lifting his shirt up and he temporarily relented, repeating her earlier gesture to allow her to take it off completely before resuming where he left off and tugging her pants down her hips. She positioned her hands behind her to hold her bottom up and allow him full access to bare her legs.

He slowly pulled them all the way down and off her legs, tossing the trousers beside their shirts.