Re: Third Class ; Dining
If she kept rocking like that, he was quite sure he was going to simply come undone at the very seams of his being. A little whimper into the kiss, the tiniest of noises as his hand slid down to grip her near her bottom, pulling her in closer to where the warmth and the good seemed to be dwelling. He had not done this before, not even with himself, so the feelings were new, strange, but entirely enjoyable despite it all.
He broke the kiss a moment later, a little greedy as he moved his lips down the front of her neck, down her chest, to the dip of her cleavage. It was instinct only that guided him along the path, smell and taste and desire pushing him forward as he pressed a kiss to the swell of her chest. Eyes were lifted towards her face, a moment of stillness as though requesting permission to do things he did not have a name for.