[She could say the very same for him, though finds herself feeling surprisingly embarrassed by the prospect— yet not by the obvious presence of his arousal beneath her; it presses against the inside of her thigh and makes her face flush for a different reason entirely, desire flaring sharply. He rocks his hips upwards, and she lets out a muted, half-swallowed moan of approval as she shifts forward to claim those parted lips in another kiss, denying herself the opportunity to spout any number of sentimental things that might only end up sounding foolish and spoiling the moment.
The roaming of his hands only encourages that intense surge of wanting, and she lays a hand against his wrist to guide him, following his own movement down the length of her thigh before she steers him upwards to lay his hand over her breast— over her tunic for the time being, but likely not for long, at least not if she has her way.]
Touch me?
[It's not entirely a request, though there's a breathless lilt to her voice as she says so.]
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The roaming of his hands only encourages that intense surge of wanting, and she lays a hand against his wrist to guide him, following his own movement down the length of her thigh before she steers him upwards to lay his hand over her breast— over her tunic for the time being, but likely not for long, at least not if she has her way.]
Touch me?
[It's not entirely a request, though there's a breathless lilt to her voice as she says so.]