Post by Nazier on Nov 26, 2011 14:13:47 GMT -5
Nazier felt Karina's hand grasp his and pull it from her breasts. Did she not like it when he touched her this time? Right before he could stop kissing her and apologize, he felt her guide his hand underneath her shirt. Her skin was like warm silk. His hand grazed against her stomach, then found its way to her bra. Her breasts were so bog the top portion of them couldn't be contained by her underwear. He could even feel her erect nipple pushing in to his hand and his arm vibrated with the sensations of grasping it. He squeezed her breast a little harder this time and deepened his kiss while her back arched. Were they moving too fast? Was he doing everything right? His fear and cautiousness was beginning to get to him. His emotions were becoming active. So much so that he didn't even react when he heard footsteps enter the room. He was too far gone in the moment, but when he heard some third person clear their throat, fear sliced down his spine like a twisted dagger.
His lips parted from Karina's severing the link between him and his emotions, then he quite calmly sat op the rest of the way and looked in the direction of the noise. He couldn't see who it was; whether it be another creature or a human this time. He only knew that if he waited long enough eventually they would make some sort of noise to give away their identity. Even with all this going on, his hand was still subconsciously nestled underneath his partner's shirt; groping her every now and then. It was so warm and cozy along her breasts it didn't want to leave, and because he was cut of from his emotions, no feeling of shame or embarrassment pulled him away either.
His lips parted from Karina's severing the link between him and his emotions, then he quite calmly sat op the rest of the way and looked in the direction of the noise. He couldn't see who it was; whether it be another creature or a human this time. He only knew that if he waited long enough eventually they would make some sort of noise to give away their identity. Even with all this going on, his hand was still subconsciously nestled underneath his partner's shirt; groping her every now and then. It was so warm and cozy along her breasts it didn't want to leave, and because he was cut of from his emotions, no feeling of shame or embarrassment pulled him away either.