[ In his mind, the time for waiting has long since passed. With their time together having as many constraints upon it as it does, he does not wish to waste a moment of it. Perhaps one might say that it is unwise to check off milestones such as being intimate in various ways before their wedding, as what will they have to look forward to as they venture forth as a married couple? Part of Aymeric scoffs at that notion, because he is certain that the two of them will find many and more ways to excite themselves and ignite passions in each other as they go forth from here.
Now that he has crossed that proverbial bridge and his hand rests upon her tail, he slowly begins moving it downwards, intending to do so until he has reached its end. And then perhaps he may start over, if such a thing agrees with her.
Of course, he does have to move his hand for a moment while she finishes removing her dress, and once that is done, he wonders what he ought to do now. She answers that for him by placing her tail in his hand, and he once again wraps his fingers around it lightly. ]
Your... Your lord would like that very much. [ He also has to swallow what feels like a lump in his throat in order to speak, because his desire to touch her and to be touched by her is only growing with every passing minute. He had not realized just how much he wished to pace himself in her hands and let her see to him. And perhaps once that has been done, he shall see to her as well... and in a way that concerns more than simply removing her dress. ]
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Now that he has crossed that proverbial bridge and his hand rests upon her tail, he slowly begins moving it downwards, intending to do so until he has reached its end. And then perhaps he may start over, if such a thing agrees with her.
Of course, he does have to move his hand for a moment while she finishes removing her dress, and once that is done, he wonders what he ought to do now. She answers that for him by placing her tail in his hand, and he once again wraps his fingers around it lightly. ]
Your... Your lord would like that very much. [ He also has to swallow what feels like a lump in his throat in order to speak, because his desire to touch her and to be touched by her is only growing with every passing minute. He had not realized just how much he wished to pace himself in her hands and let her see to him. And perhaps once that has been done, he shall see to her as well... and in a way that concerns more than simply removing her dress. ]