She arches into his touch with a needy sound, tilting her neck further to give his lips better access. With each barely there scrape of teeth against her sensitive skin she wonders if he is purposefully attempting to drive her mad with that teasing - either way, it's delightful and sends tiny shivers across her skin. She hitches her leg higher over his hip, letting out a soft moan as she presses herself against where he's hard - it's not as if she doubted his desire, but feeling his want in such a way is incredibly arousing.
She's definitely not expecting him to do away with her shirt in such a manner, and the moment he does she responds with a low pitched chuckle and a sultry smirk at his boldness. It wasn't her favorite shirt, and besides; it was in the way. Her gaze is heated as she looks up at him, her hand curling around the back of his neck and urging him down to her newly bared skin.
The attention of his lips, tongue and almost scrape of teeth against her breasts has her writhing beneath him, aching with each sensation he's drawing out. "More," she practically demands, wanting him to nip at her skin. Yennefer is definitely the vocal sort, letting him know how much she's enjoying his fervor with throaty moans and gasps; her nails digging into his shoulders through the fabric of his shirt.
Which brings to her attention the fact that she's rather fed up with the shirt he's wearing as well. "Off," she murmurs, making it clear she means his shirt and not him as her hands deftly undo the buttons and slide it from his shoulders. She wastes no time in caressing along his chest, arms, and back; an eager hum of appreciation given at the feel of his body beneath her hands.
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She's definitely not expecting him to do away with her shirt in such a manner, and the moment he does she responds with a low pitched chuckle and a sultry smirk at his boldness. It wasn't her favorite shirt, and besides; it was in the way. Her gaze is heated as she looks up at him, her hand curling around the back of his neck and urging him down to her newly bared skin.
The attention of his lips, tongue and almost scrape of teeth against her breasts has her writhing beneath him, aching with each sensation he's drawing out. "More," she practically demands, wanting him to nip at her skin. Yennefer is definitely the vocal sort, letting him know how much she's enjoying his fervor with throaty moans and gasps; her nails digging into his shoulders through the fabric of his shirt.
Which brings to her attention the fact that she's rather fed up with the shirt he's wearing as well. "Off," she murmurs, making it clear she means his shirt and not him as her hands deftly undo the buttons and slide it from his shoulders. She wastes no time in caressing along his chest, arms, and back; an eager hum of appreciation given at the feel of his body beneath her hands.