"You love it," is her coarse, breathy response in Dia's ear, before she starts on her path of kisses again, moving downward this time, right along her jawline. Even from here, she can feel Dia's face lighting up; her eyes are closed, preoccupied in making sure this is tantalizing as possible, but, it's obvious that her lover is red as a rose, and even if she acts displeased, her body is so obviously telling a different story.
But, ah, she can't help herself, she wants to see her adorable Dia's face, and she can't do that from all the way down here by her neck...
She clasps onto a fistful of dark hair and runs her hand straight through as she darts back up again, to kiss Dia's bright red cheeks; first the left, then the right. She doesn't just mix up the timing; she wants to kiss her all over now, just to keep herself unpredictable. She stands on tiptoe to reach the top of Dia's forehead and plant a long, long kiss there, and follows it up with a quick peck to the tip of her nose. With time running just a bit short again (she can always get her right ear later, she reasons), all Mari has left to do is to press her forehead against Dia's and rub their noses together, and take her sweet time waiting. Mari's left hand just makes its way to stroke her cheek as she looks her straight in the face; her right, still kneading the back of Dia's thigh, hasn't gone anywhere, keeping an even pressure.
15, 14, 13. She doesn't lay any more kisses on, for the moment. Time isn't up yet, but she wants to savor this feeling of how close she is to her; she's breathing heavily, obviously short of breath after her onslaught of smooches, but, that's fine; she wants Dia to hear just how intensely she's feeling, and she wants to see Dia's face, too, knowing damn well that she's going to wonder just why she stopped short. After all, two minutes couldn't possibly be up already, right?
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But, ah, she can't help herself, she wants to see her adorable Dia's face, and she can't do that from all the way down here by her neck...
She clasps onto a fistful of dark hair and runs her hand straight through as she darts back up again, to kiss Dia's bright red cheeks; first the left, then the right. She doesn't just mix up the timing; she wants to kiss her all over now, just to keep herself unpredictable. She stands on tiptoe to reach the top of Dia's forehead and plant a long, long kiss there, and follows it up with a quick peck to the tip of her nose. With time running just a bit short again (she can always get her right ear later, she reasons), all Mari has left to do is to press her forehead against Dia's and rub their noses together, and take her sweet time waiting. Mari's left hand just makes its way to stroke her cheek as she looks her straight in the face; her right, still kneading the back of Dia's thigh, hasn't gone anywhere, keeping an even pressure.
15, 14, 13. She doesn't lay any more kisses on, for the moment. Time isn't up yet, but she wants to savor this feeling of how close she is to her; she's breathing heavily, obviously short of breath after her onslaught of smooches, but, that's fine; she wants Dia to hear just how intensely she's feeling, and she wants to see Dia's face, too, knowing damn well that she's going to wonder just why she stopped short. After all, two minutes couldn't possibly be up already, right?