[Oh. That's a new sensation, to be sure. She has to curl her fingers into his shirt, to steady herself, and gives an involuntary, shaky gasp. Good thing she's not standing; her knees may have gone weak.
As it is, Hilda presses closer to him, breaking the kiss to allow for air. Her hand's movement slows a little, but it has a new rhythm to follow-- the one Hilbert's setting.]
[Excellent. He managed to turn this around, somewhat. The pace matching his was pretty nice, as his finger wiggled against her, sticking close even after the kiss. ]
Mm... [He might have gained some footing (which is obvious by the noises she made and the blush that bloomed across her face), but Hilda's determined not to let him "win," whatever that means. It takes her a bit to recover from being overwhelmed, but when she does she leans closer to trail kisses down his jawline and more-sensitive neck.]
[He shivers when the kisses get planted on his jawline, and especially when she reaches his neck. His fingers decided they were going to enter, and curl inside of her, panting.]
H...Hah-- [The bending of his fingers gets her the worst. Her shoulders tense and she leans her head on his shoulder, shivering; her hands tighten erratically.]
A-- ah... Hil--bert. [Her voice is muffled in between her moans and his shirt, but it sounds humorously annoyed. Don't laugh at her!!
The hand previously latched into his shirt moves down to join her other one, stubbornly intent on firmly stroking him one after the other in fairly swift succession. Not exactly revenge, but...]
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As it is, Hilda presses closer to him, breaking the kiss to allow for air. Her hand's movement slows a little, but it has a new rhythm to follow-- the one Hilbert's setting.]
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Guess that's what you like, huh?
[Which. He's liking the hand tightening.]
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The hand previously latched into his shirt moves down to join her other one, stubbornly intent on firmly stroking him one after the other in fairly swift succession. Not exactly revenge, but...]
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