Natália moved with Dom, kissing him more earnestly when they were moving and then seeking to deepen it once they were upon her bed. His weigh was barely there as he kept himself from putting it entirely on her. She was strong but the thought was sweet enough. The boy definitely knew what he wanted to do, so she arched her neck upward to allow his mouth better access to her throat. She wasn't passive though and refused to be so. Passive lovers were boring.
Her dress allowed her leg to slip through the slit in the fabric exposing most of the eager flesh to slide between his legs. With her free hand, she stroked down his chest until she came to the hem of his shirt. Her nails ventured beneath to feel what she could not see. Weres weren't known for being flabby and she expected to feel the mountains and valleys of a well formed abdomen.
Natália closed her eyes, letting her mind focus less on what she was seeing but what she could feel.