[ She's absolutely never been touched like this before and it probably shows by the little noise she makes, both surprised and pleased. It's just her hip. But it's her hip and his bare hand and she thinks she understands Jeanne a little better now, when she'd bashfully murmured that she didn't think she'd be able to hold herself back from doing things with Vanitas if she let her feelings get the better of her.
Domi is more accustomed to more... formal standards of courtship. Letters. Barely touching. Only playful flirting with other females, which was harmless.
This feels much hotter and certainly more carnal, but she finds she's not as afraid of this as she probably ought to be, if she were any proper kind of young lady in bed with a gentleman. If anything, his fingers on her skin prompts her to be a little bolder in return, hands sliding from his back-- if just so she can slip them under his shirt, daring to run her fingers over his stomach, learning the feel of him as she does. ]
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Domi is more accustomed to more... formal standards of courtship. Letters. Barely touching. Only playful flirting with other females, which was harmless.
This feels much hotter and certainly more carnal, but she finds she's not as afraid of this as she probably ought to be, if she were any proper kind of young lady in bed with a gentleman. If anything, his fingers on her skin prompts her to be a little bolder in return, hands sliding from his back-- if just so she can slip them under his shirt, daring to run her fingers over his stomach, learning the feel of him as she does. ]
Just... tell me if you want to stop, at any time.