[She shivers as his whisper ghosts across her skin and tickles the hollow of her ear. She does want it. And even if she somehow magically found the will to verbally contradict him, Cornelia would rather hate herself later for feeling so influenced by the wine than deny herself the desire to give into the unexplainable need she feels building within her.
She can't help but tilt her head slightly, offering him more of her neck. Her hand leaves the edge so that she can grip his shoulder, as does the other one, which has suddenly forgotten about the towel, and she lowers herself into his lap, legs straddling him as she presses her knees into his sides slightly, scooting herself closer and inadvertently rubbing against him in an obviously sensitive area.
Her lips nearly brush his neck as her warm breath touches him, but she's trying very hard to hold back, refusing to completely give him the upper hand. It's clear that he's had more experience, but she isn't about to let that ruin her fun. Her mouth gently grazes his ear as she speaks.]