[Wanda's hands slide up his neck, up the sides of his face and into his hair as she sinks down somewhat into the bath. He draws her closer, and Wanda's more than happy to accommodate him, aching to be closer to him. With little sounds sliding up her throat, she draws her fingers up and into his hair, hands smoothing over him, his ears. She doesn't want to shift him or stop him, not when what he's doing sends little shivers down her spine...
...and yet what it makes her want is to be closer to him. To connect with him more directly. Sinking lower into the bath, Wanda pulls her breast from his lips, but his hands are still on her, and she wraps her arms around behind his neck without hesitation. She nestles against him, her naked body pressing to his as she brushes her nose against his.]
I don't want to skip this...
[She presses her lips to his then, sweet and sensual, and it feels right to stop and take time to savor this. He worries that she might try to escape, but everything in her responses ought to make it clear that she just wants to sink deeper into this moment with him.]
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...and yet what it makes her want is to be closer to him. To connect with him more directly. Sinking lower into the bath, Wanda pulls her breast from his lips, but his hands are still on her, and she wraps her arms around behind his neck without hesitation. She nestles against him, her naked body pressing to his as she brushes her nose against his.]
I don't want to skip this...
[She presses her lips to his then, sweet and sensual, and it feels right to stop and take time to savor this. He worries that she might try to escape, but everything in her responses ought to make it clear that she just wants to sink deeper into this moment with him.]