[Finally, Mira's clothing lay fully defeated. And though Emet-Selch's first impulse is to set upon his own trousers, to shed those last layers that were keeping them from what they both needed, he's taken instead by the sight of her, exposed and available to him. And he's unable to resist skimming his fingers along the crease of one thigh, before slipping between them.
Though it wasn't quite a surprise, the Ascian's breath still catches at the feeling of just how ready she was for him. And his fingers stroke along that slick warmth for a few moments, enjoying the way she yielded to his touch, dipping just inside of her, without needing to think about it. It was the sort of experience he would've wanted to explore more fully, but he was feeling more constricted by the moment, and it almost hurt.]
Gods, Mira, I--
[Noting the unsteadiness in his voice, he cuts it off with a frustrated huff against her lips, as his hand reluctantly leaves Mira's body, to work at the fastenings of his own trousers.]
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Though it wasn't quite a surprise, the Ascian's breath still catches at the feeling of just how ready she was for him. And his fingers stroke along that slick warmth for a few moments, enjoying the way she yielded to his touch, dipping just inside of her, without needing to think about it. It was the sort of experience he would've wanted to explore more fully, but he was feeling more constricted by the moment, and it almost hurt.]
Gods, Mira, I--
[Noting the unsteadiness in his voice, he cuts it off with a frustrated huff against her lips, as his hand reluctantly leaves Mira's body, to work at the fastenings of his own trousers.]