[What Eloise lacks in experience, she makes up for in at least eagerness and understanding. It is only a working theory sort of understanding, but she has been biding her time, learning and reading what she can. Some of it may not be accurate, and she may fumble a bit, but that does not mean she is not at least somewhat prepared for this.
So she kisses him back with just as much wanting behind each simple movement, her mouth opening as he places her hand on his chest. He doesn't have to tell her twice, pressing into the firmness of his muscles beneath his clothes. It already makes her think, what it would be like for the cloth and fabric to be stripped away, what he would feel like pressed to her. Her breathing is becoming labored, but this feels too good to want to pull away, yet.]
[The enthusiastic response to his invitation to touch is enough implicit permission to let Dorian take things further between them. After a few moments he draws her closer, and seamlessly into the warmth of his lap. It's a closeness he's craved with her, and his appreciation webs out into a touch that slides warmly over her torso, before coming to rest over the softness of one of her breasts, massing softly, his thumb passing over a covered nipple in a pointed touch.
He parts from their kiss then, and starts kissing down the soft column of her neck, seeking out her excitement and attraction to something that, undoubtedly, must be newer to her. He's paying attention to her reactions and any hitching of breath or sounds that might be pouring from her, looking for signs of arousal and wanting for more. Reasons to go further, and to take her hand to lead him back to his bedroom.]
[If he's looking for any signs of her enjoyment, they are nearly all there, the heavy breathing, the soft little noises she makes when his mouth skirts right over that spot on her neck below her ear, the way she leans into him. For as much as he's exploring her, she touches him just as much. Her hands seek out his warmth, and her mind is already racing for what is under them.
When he does take her hand, she is just as receptive, eager to go further with him-- though kissing him like this is just as fun.]
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So she kisses him back with just as much wanting behind each simple movement, her mouth opening as he places her hand on his chest. He doesn't have to tell her twice, pressing into the firmness of his muscles beneath his clothes. It already makes her think, what it would be like for the cloth and fabric to be stripped away, what he would feel like pressed to her. Her breathing is becoming labored, but this feels too good to want to pull away, yet.]
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He parts from their kiss then, and starts kissing down the soft column of her neck, seeking out her excitement and attraction to something that, undoubtedly, must be newer to her. He's paying attention to her reactions and any hitching of breath or sounds that might be pouring from her, looking for signs of arousal and wanting for more. Reasons to go further, and to take her hand to lead him back to his bedroom.]
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When he does take her hand, she is just as receptive, eager to go further with him-- though kissing him like this is just as fun.]