Dia can't quite see it, with Mari's head still buried in her belly, but she'll certainly feel that sharp exhale against her midriff as Mari lets out a breath she barely registered holding in. Mari was waiting for a go-ahead before she went much further, but praise is a different story altogether, and the words of approval are enough to make her toes curl inward and her stomach flutter. It's a good thing she's hiding how red she's getting, too; for some reason, she wants to come off more smoothly, holding her position of power here, but even she can't help but feel herself getting hot under the color when Dia runs her hand through her frizzled locks (and with all of the darting around she's been doing, it's no wonder her hair's gotten so messy).

Still, she takes the compliment as a sign to move forward. She only allows herself to let out a ragged "hold still" before she moves the blouse up further along her torso, planting more kisses in the wake of the pullover. Her breathing is heavier now; between kisses, the sound of their labored exhales echoes through the spacious suite, but that's the only sign of exhaustion Mari shows; she's not slowing down, even a little bit. Not when she has such a good pace going...

As the pullover rides up to Dia's chest, and her bra is exposed, the only thing louder to Mari from her current positioning than the sound of their winded breaths is the sound of Dia's heartbeat, a jackhammer that sounds ready to burst at any moment. Of course Dia has jitters, she realizes, and Mari has her share as well, but, she certainly doesn't want to rush her into this, and she certainly doesn't want to frighten her.

Before she makes her next move and the shirt comes off, she pushes herself back up, to kiss Dia's lips once again. She remembers how much less tense Dia became, only just a few minutes ago, when she kissed her sensually for the first time that night; she hopes this will calm her down again, at least a bit.

"Just relax," she whispers between quick breaths. "I've got you. Trust me."