[He has to know what he's doing, even with a touch that seems so remarkably innocent. Although he is so very good at making her heart race, there is something almost endearing about his ability to so quickly change his demeanour. That she even thinks so will warrant later consideration.
As much as she wants to frown, to pout, she thinks she wouldn't have the focus to do any such thing. For just a moment, she removes her gaze off of him.]
...I'm the better innocent between the two of us. [But he is awfully cute and she has enough sense to bite that back. As the glow of her eyes settles back onto him, she shifts, just in slight. Clearing her throat, she resists the temptation to nip down into her lip again. At this rate, if she did, she might just make herself bleed.] I... Er. I didn't want you to stop. It felt... nice.
Oh, [ he says, mockingly surprised. How was he to know? After all, she hadn't used her words.
Ever obliging, he dips down to press gentle kisses to her inner thighs, frustratingly chaste by design. It's what she'd asked for and nothing more; verbalizing her desires had seemed quite difficult, so of course he intends to pull on that thread further. He glances at her, expectant. ]
[They are only kisses and yet, he could easily make her feel faint. That is likely anticipation and reality colliding. It takes every bit of her own willpower not to simply shut her thighs. Not because she doesn't want him there. Instead, she simply trembles.
He's mocking her again. It might not be mocking, per se, but it's awfully close. With her attention firmly locked onto him, she gives, or attempts to give, very careful consideration to whatever her next words are likely to be.]
W-well... yes, but. I'm... finding it difficult that you would go through such effort just... to do that.
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As much as she wants to frown, to pout, she thinks she wouldn't have the focus to do any such thing. For just a moment, she removes her gaze off of him.]
...I'm the better innocent between the two of us. [But he is awfully cute and she has enough sense to bite that back. As the glow of her eyes settles back onto him, she shifts, just in slight. Clearing her throat, she resists the temptation to nip down into her lip again. At this rate, if she did, she might just make herself bleed.] I... Er. I didn't want you to stop. It felt... nice.
[So more, please, is what goes unsaid.]
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Ever obliging, he dips down to press gentle kisses to her inner thighs, frustratingly chaste by design. It's what she'd asked for and nothing more; verbalizing her desires had seemed quite difficult, so of course he intends to pull on that thread further. He glances at her, expectant. ]
That's what you want, isn't it?
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He's mocking her again. It might not be mocking, per se, but it's awfully close. With her attention firmly locked onto him, she gives, or attempts to give, very careful consideration to whatever her next words are likely to be.]
W-well... yes, but. I'm... finding it difficult that you would go through such effort just... to do that.
[He's going to be the end of her.]