[This time, it's her own desire which causes her to slightly sway, almost shivering in the moonlight—not from a sense of dread, but from the yearning for more of his new, almost polite kisses, rather than an impassioned frenzy of deep kisses and heavy-handed touches which she feels neither prepared nor wanting for. She presses forward for a moment, her fragile weight resting entirely against him, but they cannot keep kissing forever. For a fleeting second, the thought strikes her that perhaps he would allow it, if that is what she wished for—but she has a suspicion that his endurance is not as fathomless as he tries to present it as.
She breathes a sweet sigh, a delighted little smile curling at her lips, in startling contrast to her damp cheeks. He has charmed her, and if nothing else tells him, the languid, slow way she sinks down onto the bed should. She hesitates before proceeding any further, before at last unhooking her diamond earrings, slipping off her bracelet of braided pearls. Freed of her riches, there is only the white silk petals of her dress and the cream color of her skin for him to gaze upon.
Feeling barer, and at once lighter, than before, she allows him lean over her further and further, until she lies flat on her back, her sleek bob splayed out across the cushions, her breath high and shallow in her throat. Her arms limply return close to her, her wrists held high on either side of her slender shoulders. It's a submissive pose, open and vulnerable, the blossoming pink of her throat and face is made all the more pronounced by the pale moon.]
There—
[Her voice catches on a high note, a breathless whisper, uncertain what to say, how to present herself in a way which might be attractive. All she can say is, simply, is there she is for him.]
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She breathes a sweet sigh, a delighted little smile curling at her lips, in startling contrast to her damp cheeks. He has charmed her, and if nothing else tells him, the languid, slow way she sinks down onto the bed should. She hesitates before proceeding any further, before at last unhooking her diamond earrings, slipping off her bracelet of braided pearls. Freed of her riches, there is only the white silk petals of her dress and the cream color of her skin for him to gaze upon.
Feeling barer, and at once lighter, than before, she allows him lean over her further and further, until she lies flat on her back, her sleek bob splayed out across the cushions, her breath high and shallow in her throat. Her arms limply return close to her, her wrists held high on either side of her slender shoulders. It's a submissive pose, open and vulnerable, the blossoming pink of her throat and face is made all the more pronounced by the pale moon.]
There—
[Her voice catches on a high note, a breathless whisper, uncertain what to say, how to present herself in a way which might be attractive. All she can say is, simply, is there she is for him.]
There.