[She's never gotten quite this far with someone herself. It's always been touching over clothing, or if daring, under clothing, tucked away in secret during parties or quiet rendezvous. Not that she wasn't allowed this when times were more peaceful, she's just always been busy, and never quite willing to give herself over to someone.
Of course, now she realizes it's not giving yourself to someone, but that it's something else entirely. And she will always look to this relationship with fondness.
So she has little to go by as he pushes her bra aside, heart now hammering as he looks at her laid bare, and she can't help but let out a small nervous laugh as he stares, only to cut herself off with a shuddering breath as his fingers touch bare, overly sensitive skin. Her nipples are already hard from arousal, and as he touches her, squeezes her, she shifts a bit beneath him, feeling herself growing hard against her damp underwear. When she kisses him back, it's of a delayed response, mesmerized and nervous with anticipation, and her insides tense pleasantly as he moves down, the warmth of his mouth finally at her breast drawing another another, almost rumbling, sound.
Her fingers card through his hair, and she can already feel herself growing ready to move things further along, drawing her knees up so her feet are flat on the comforter, squeezing her thighs against his midriff encouragingly.
The pull of his mouth feels good, and her blush is already working its way down from her face to ruddy her neck and collarbone.]
Y-you can use your teeth...if you like. Or, um-- [She likes taking the lead, so it's hard to not say what he should do. But it's also hard to say what she wants because it's embarrassing.] touch yourself?
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Of course, now she realizes it's not giving yourself to someone, but that it's something else entirely. And she will always look to this relationship with fondness.
So she has little to go by as he pushes her bra aside, heart now hammering as he looks at her laid bare, and she can't help but let out a small nervous laugh as he stares, only to cut herself off with a shuddering breath as his fingers touch bare, overly sensitive skin. Her nipples are already hard from arousal, and as he touches her, squeezes her, she shifts a bit beneath him, feeling herself growing hard against her damp underwear. When she kisses him back, it's of a delayed response, mesmerized and nervous with anticipation, and her insides tense pleasantly as he moves down, the warmth of his mouth finally at her breast drawing another another, almost rumbling, sound.
Her fingers card through his hair, and she can already feel herself growing ready to move things further along, drawing her knees up so her feet are flat on the comforter, squeezing her thighs against his midriff encouragingly.
The pull of his mouth feels good, and her blush is already working its way down from her face to ruddy her neck and collarbone.]
Y-you can use your teeth...if you like. Or, um-- [She likes taking the lead, so it's hard to not say what he should do. But it's also hard to say what she wants because it's embarrassing.] touch yourself?
[Quiznak is she making any sense??]