[Her reactions come so simply, and while she may not have the words to know what it all means, put name to what she's feeling, she is very open with him about it. The catch of her nipple leaves her gasping again, each one of them peaked against the fabric of her thin petticoat. It would take nothing to pull down the straps at this rate, already loosened and barely hanging onto her body.
He squeezes her, and her hips roll, not meaning to press back against him, but it feels good, so good. Her head lolls back against him with another soft noise, and she can get lost in the way his hands make her feel already. The way he even bites her, makes her squirm, breathless when she feels it.]
Erik-- [It startles her, but not in a bad way, something that urges her, makes her call his name from it. She can finally feel that dampness forming between her legs now, swallowing hard. She doesn't know what it means, but she has to shift her weight to keep the skirts from sticking to her from it.]
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He squeezes her, and her hips roll, not meaning to press back against him, but it feels good, so good. Her head lolls back against him with another soft noise, and she can get lost in the way his hands make her feel already. The way he even bites her, makes her squirm, breathless when she feels it.]
Erik-- [It startles her, but not in a bad way, something that urges her, makes her call his name from it. She can finally feel that dampness forming between her legs now, swallowing hard. She doesn't know what it means, but she has to shift her weight to keep the skirts from sticking to her from it.]