[ and so, manuela cheats a little. after all, the intent had been to have him discover the parts she liked to be touched the most, but hadn't she given too much away by already leading his hand towards her breasts? not that it truly matters, when the end result is all the same anyway. she had noticed how his eyes strayed there, and so it would have really only been a matter of time before he thought to explore her chest anyway.
at least she doesn't bother being coy. from that first eager grope, he draws from her lips a soft gasp whose heat matches the warmth on her cheeks. his hands might not have had the experience to guide them, but neither are they burdened by clumsiness or uncertainty. there is an assuredness to his ministrations that she can recall from his time as a student back at the academy, echoing the way he would so confidently take up any weapon with the sheer audacity to not only succeed, but succeed immediately.
damn the costume department and their lack of foresight. while undoubtedly the slight peeks of that lacy bra beneath the deep and parted collar of her blouse adds to the titillation of the scene, but all it does for manuela is rob her of any proper sensation. she has half a mind to tell him to forego the foreplay entirely — and that in itself is perhaps a little worrying, how quickly she wishes for more — but if it really is true that he is that inexperienced... doesn't she have a duty to make sure this moment will be a memorable one for him? she ought to make this as worthwhile as it is informational.
but it is getting increasingly difficult to remember herself when he starts kissing at her neck like that. two for two? already? his success rate is a little dizzying; before long, he'll have found all her erogenous zones, and where would that leave manuela?
...in a wonderful place, undoubtedly, but that isn't the point. or is it? goddess she's beginning to lose herself, and they've barely even started.
he's on his knees, and so she had made room for him. uncrossed her legs so that they can part just enough he has space to maneuver closer however he'd like. this of course draws her absurdly tight skirt even higher up along her thighs, to the point they nearly only encircle her hips. she can feel the cool air of the set on her inner thighs, and higher still where she runs molten, making her nerves feel even more sensitive wherever his touch lands. but that damned shirt, that damned bra. ]
You're doing... quite well already.
[ that breathlessness? she doesn't have to affect it at all. ]
Mm. [ her own hands find his arms now, fingers trailing over the sleeve of his shirt where it strains against his biceps. ] But don't forget that learning is also about taking risks... Big, bold risks.
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at least she doesn't bother being coy. from that first eager grope, he draws from her lips a soft gasp whose heat matches the warmth on her cheeks. his hands might not have had the experience to guide them, but neither are they burdened by clumsiness or uncertainty. there is an assuredness to his ministrations that she can recall from his time as a student back at the academy, echoing the way he would so confidently take up any weapon with the sheer audacity to not only succeed, but succeed immediately.
damn the costume department and their lack of foresight. while undoubtedly the slight peeks of that lacy bra beneath the deep and parted collar of her blouse adds to the titillation of the scene, but all it does for manuela is rob her of any proper sensation. she has half a mind to tell him to forego the foreplay entirely — and that in itself is perhaps a little worrying, how quickly she wishes for more — but if it really is true that he is that inexperienced... doesn't she have a duty to make sure this moment will be a memorable one for him? she ought to make this as worthwhile as it is informational.
but it is getting increasingly difficult to remember herself when he starts kissing at her neck like that. two for two? already? his success rate is a little dizzying; before long, he'll have found all her erogenous zones, and where would that leave manuela?
...in a wonderful place, undoubtedly, but that isn't the point. or is it? goddess she's beginning to lose herself, and they've barely even started.
he's on his knees, and so she had made room for him. uncrossed her legs so that they can part just enough he has space to maneuver closer however he'd like. this of course draws her absurdly tight skirt even higher up along her thighs, to the point they nearly only encircle her hips. she can feel the cool air of the set on her inner thighs, and higher still where she runs molten, making her nerves feel even more sensitive wherever his touch lands. but that damned shirt, that damned bra. ]
You're doing... quite well already.
[ that breathlessness? she doesn't have to affect it at all. ]
Mm. [ her own hands find his arms now, fingers trailing over the sleeve of his shirt where it strains against his biceps. ] But don't forget that learning is also about taking risks... Big, bold risks.