[ For as much as she feels like she can't go without kissing him for long, there's countless reminders as her body shifts against his that neither of them wants to wait forever for this: the slickness between her thighs is one, the the remnant of his last release mixed with the want that still pulses from her; the hardness jutting against her core as they kiss is another, making her ache still more in reply.
She pulls away from their kiss with a soft gasp, and this time her eyes stay shut, another soft laugh on her lips as she pushes him off her so she can sit, only opening her eyes once more once she's sure he's no longer in her sightโ and she can't help but giggle again. ]
Sorry. If I look at you, I won't be able to do what I need to do. [ As she speaks, she stands from the bed, unwinding the strap from under her breasts. It falls to the floor and is followed shortly after by the dress, which she unhooks from around her neck and lets slide down over her curves. The last to go is the thong still clinging flimsily to her thighs, soaked through with their combined pleasure. When she turns again, she's naked save for the strappy stilettos and the jewelry, and her hands are halfway up to undo the ribbon holding her hair, showing too clearly the length of her body and the shimmering wet between her thighsโ
And her eyes alight on him, that same amused smile finding her lips even as a warm heat colors her cheeks. ]
...Diluc! [ she exclaims, unsure if she's scolding him or embarrassed.
(Or, possibly, even more in love with him than before.) ]
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She pulls away from their kiss with a soft gasp, and this time her eyes stay shut, another soft laugh on her lips as she pushes him off her so she can sit, only opening her eyes once more once she's sure he's no longer in her sightโ and she can't help but giggle again. ]
Sorry. If I look at you, I won't be able to do what I need to do. [ As she speaks, she stands from the bed, unwinding the strap from under her breasts. It falls to the floor and is followed shortly after by the dress, which she unhooks from around her neck and lets slide down over her curves. The last to go is the thong still clinging flimsily to her thighs, soaked through with their combined pleasure. When she turns again, she's naked save for the strappy stilettos and the jewelry, and her hands are halfway up to undo the ribbon holding her hair, showing too clearly the length of her body and the shimmering wet between her thighsโ
And her eyes alight on him, that same amused smile finding her lips even as a warm heat colors her cheeks. ]
...Diluc! [ she exclaims, unsure if she's scolding him or embarrassed.
(Or, possibly, even more in love with him than before.) ]