[ Caoimhe muffles a slight squeak between the kisses, and her shoulders shiver feeling the strength of his arms wrapping around her. She loves how sturdy they are, and her hands at some point smooth around his biceps. Squeezing with measure, as if attempting to feel truly how strong he were. A hot exhale escapes her breath when she begins to press her body into his abs, feeling his strength as he holds her. She seems to be smothering her body against him, feeling the way Dimitri's heat exudes off his chest. The sensations of someone else upon you like this feels - invigorating...
It is - intoxicating in a way that makes her feel so happy. Full of glee - gladden. She wants these sensations, the friction of another just there next to her body and with his strength. It offered this idea of safety she did not want to leave from. ]
Dimitri... [ She whispers, she loves his name... Adores saying it. Calling for him as her hands smooth along his forearms, adjudicating a deliverance of adoration for his body. Every curves of his triceps her fingers pressed against until her palms flatten along its worth. When they finally move to his collar bone... Fingers tantalizing strum against the lines, until it reached up his neck. Smoothing around them until fingers found locks of hair and she combed through them.
Her kisses fervent.
She doesn't realize how much her hands were touching him, and she begins to move them back where they had just been. However, when she reaches his collar bone they begin to smooth downwards. Entering deep into his shirt, inevitably passing over the pink peaks of his bosom as she explored it's worth. Its there that she squeaks and pulls her hands out from his shirt rather suddenly. They fall upon her own chest as if she had did something wrong. Breaking the kiss. ]
S-SORRY!
[ If Dimitri looks at her she is a mess, and her own breast that almost seemed to spill out from the corset, although small. Seemed perky and taut from the exchange the two were having. ]
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It is - intoxicating in a way that makes her feel so happy. Full of glee - gladden. She wants these sensations, the friction of another just there next to her body and with his strength. It offered this idea of safety she did not want to leave from. ]
Dimitri... [ She whispers, she loves his name... Adores saying it. Calling for him as her hands smooth along his forearms, adjudicating a deliverance of adoration for his body. Every curves of his triceps her fingers pressed against until her palms flatten along its worth. When they finally move to his collar bone... Fingers tantalizing strum against the lines, until it reached up his neck. Smoothing around them until fingers found locks of hair and she combed through them.
Her kisses fervent.
She doesn't realize how much her hands were touching him, and she begins to move them back where they had just been. However, when she reaches his collar bone they begin to smooth downwards. Entering deep into his shirt, inevitably passing over the pink peaks of his bosom as she explored it's worth. Its there that she squeaks and pulls her hands out from his shirt rather suddenly. They fall upon her own chest as if she had did something wrong. Breaking the kiss. ]
S-SORRY!
[ If Dimitri looks at her she is a mess, and her own breast that almost seemed to spill out from the corset, although small. Seemed perky and taut from the exchange the two were having. ]