Yennefer has received similar comments in regards to being 'intense'; those comments were more often than not spoken in exasperation. Almost in defiance of that, she's chosen to think of it as a positive attribute rather than negative. Considering the alternative; in her opinion it was better to be intense than to be dull or lacking in feeling, conviction, or passion. The challenge was in finding people that resonated with that intensity.
So needless to say, she gladly meets his intensity with her own eagerness; when he pulls her thigh closer her hands wrap around his shoulders, allowing herself to be pressed back down against the cushions as she pulls his body against hers. Her hands slide down his back while she hitches a leg up over his to allow him closer.
She could kiss him like this endlessly, tasting the whiskey on his tongue and taking in the scent of him - something clean and masculine that defied description; she only knew that she liked it, and craved more of him. Greedy to touch and be touched, she breaks the kiss just long enough to tilt her head, gracefully exposing the column of her neck. Inviting him to feel with his lips how much he's causing her pulse to spike.
"Taste my skin, feel me." She urges in a low, breathy tone; reaching for one of his hands to slowly guide it upward toward the fullness of her breast. She knows her own body, knows where she's most sensitive and isn't shy about her desire for him to explore more of her.
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Date: 2023-08-10 03:37 am (UTC)So needless to say, she gladly meets his intensity with her own eagerness; when he pulls her thigh closer her hands wrap around his shoulders, allowing herself to be pressed back down against the cushions as she pulls his body against hers. Her hands slide down his back while she hitches a leg up over his to allow him closer.
She could kiss him like this endlessly, tasting the whiskey on his tongue and taking in the scent of him - something clean and masculine that defied description; she only knew that she liked it, and craved more of him. Greedy to touch and be touched, she breaks the kiss just long enough to tilt her head, gracefully exposing the column of her neck. Inviting him to feel with his lips how much he's causing her pulse to spike.
"Taste my skin, feel me." She urges in a low, breathy tone; reaching for one of his hands to slowly guide it upward toward the fullness of her breast. She knows her own body, knows where she's most sensitive and isn't shy about her desire for him to explore more of her.