[He shouldn't be embarrassed. It wasn't as if he'd moved too fast at the start. Truthfully Wanda likes that he did, likes the fact that she didn't have to coax him into touching her, or convince him once more that she wants to be with him like this. But what she wants is to not feel so distant, kneeling above him.
Wanda slants her mouth over his, lips parting as her tongue slips out to tease at his. She sighs as well, body pressing against him. She can feel him growing hard against her hip, and while there's further temptation to reach out and touch him, she decides to wait a moment. Instead she finds his hand and draws it up to cup her breast. It may not feel as good as his mouth but she wants to make it clear that he doesn't need to back off just because she's transitioned them into something else.
Plus there's just the fact that she wants his hands on her, wants him touching her as much as she wants to touch him. With a low moan into his mouth, she presses tightly against him, hands slipping up his sides, over his chest with growing intensity. She wants to know what he wants, what he likes best, but she finds it hard to pull away from him again to put the question to him. Maybe in a minute, maybe after she feels like she's learned the feel of his mouth, the taste of him firsthand.]
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Wanda slants her mouth over his, lips parting as her tongue slips out to tease at his. She sighs as well, body pressing against him. She can feel him growing hard against her hip, and while there's further temptation to reach out and touch him, she decides to wait a moment. Instead she finds his hand and draws it up to cup her breast. It may not feel as good as his mouth but she wants to make it clear that he doesn't need to back off just because she's transitioned them into something else.
Plus there's just the fact that she wants his hands on her, wants him touching her as much as she wants to touch him. With a low moan into his mouth, she presses tightly against him, hands slipping up his sides, over his chest with growing intensity. She wants to know what he wants, what he likes best, but she finds it hard to pull away from him again to put the question to him. Maybe in a minute, maybe after she feels like she's learned the feel of his mouth, the taste of him firsthand.]