Mari can't help but start chuckling to herself between kisses, straining to keep her lips puckered because she's smiling much too hard. The adorable sounds that Dia is so embarrassed of, that she's trying so hard to keep stifled, are like music to Mari's ears, and hearing her name is almost an ego trip, a sign that she's pushing all the right buttons.
She takes it as her cue to keep going. Even if Dia looks so bashful right now, one look makes it obvious that she's enjoying the feeling of her skin against hers. She'll wring this out for all its worth, and then some.
Mari can feel her chest start to pound a little bit faster; as prideful as Dia is, Mari knows how delicate she can be, so she doesn't quite want to misstep; she wonders if she's getting ahead of herself here, but, she knows for a fact that Dia will tell her (in no uncertain terms) if she goes too far. And when it comes to her beloved, it's better to gingerly work her way up to that line, rather than blitz right to it. Especially when the process of finding her way to it is leaving her this breathless.
The tips of her nails glide down to Dia's waistline and around her hips, and her hands reach back around to Dia's front to take hold of the hem of her blouse. She backs off from her collarbone and slides back on the sofa, to position herself at Dia's belly; delicately, gradually, she lifts the garment up to expose her tummy, planting kiss after kiss as she works her way up. Unlike before, the intent isn't to tease or to torture; her kisses here are even, slow, sensual. Almost careful.
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She takes it as her cue to keep going. Even if Dia looks so bashful right now, one look makes it obvious that she's enjoying the feeling of her skin against hers. She'll wring this out for all its worth, and then some.
Mari can feel her chest start to pound a little bit faster; as prideful as Dia is, Mari knows how delicate she can be, so she doesn't quite want to misstep; she wonders if she's getting ahead of herself here, but, she knows for a fact that Dia will tell her (in no uncertain terms) if she goes too far. And when it comes to her beloved, it's better to gingerly work her way up to that line, rather than blitz right to it. Especially when the process of finding her way to it is leaving her this breathless.
The tips of her nails glide down to Dia's waistline and around her hips, and her hands reach back around to Dia's front to take hold of the hem of her blouse. She backs off from her collarbone and slides back on the sofa, to position herself at Dia's belly; delicately, gradually, she lifts the garment up to expose her tummy, planting kiss after kiss as she works her way up. Unlike before, the intent isn't to tease or to torture; her kisses here are even, slow, sensual. Almost careful.