[His smile was, well, devilish as he felt her fingers comb through his hair. He kissed over the little swell of her stomach, nosing at her navel before his mouth traveled to her hip bone. He gave that a small bite too as his finger continued to pet her through the material, deciding he had no plans to stop until he'd made a marked difference in the wetness of the fabric.]
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[His smile was, well, devilish as he felt her fingers comb through his hair. He kissed over the little swell of her stomach, nosing at her navel before his mouth traveled to her hip bone. He gave that a small bite too as his finger continued to pet her through the material, deciding he had no plans to stop until he'd made a marked difference in the wetness of the fabric.]
More than manage it, I'd think. Mastered it.