He groaned out in low bass tones against her neck as she wrapped herself around him. He couldn't get over how much light she was; she looked lovely and trim, but even so, she seemed lighter than a human woman of her size should be. When she started grinding against him his groans turned into small grunts and his nibbles turned into light bites that started to find their way from her neck down to her shoulders as he slipped the sleeves of her dress off of them to expose the skin.
Kele certainly seemed more than encouraging, and Wesley could feel his nervousness starting to take a back seat to strong desires that were overcoming him. He moved one of his hands up her back, toying with her wings again for a moment, then slid it around her body and slipped it between his chest and hers so he could cup one of her gorgeous breasts through the cloth of her dress. He moved back up her neck and lightly bit down on her earlobe, whispering in her ear between clenched teeth, "Tell me, Miss Kele, what does a man need to do to convince an angel to unbuckle his belt or to get her to take off her dress?" He let his free hand leave her ass and start to roam all over her back (naturally, he couldn't resist playing with her wings some more, he was quickly becoming obsessed with them the way most men are obsessed with breasts). He licked her ear now, letting his tongue slip inside her ear and continued to whisper teases at her, "Perhaps I need to suckle from these gorgeous tits of yours until you're begging me to remove the rest of your clothes, or maybe I should just grind back against your sex until you're begging to have my hardness free for your use."