“Wait,” she grabbed onto his sleeve, effectively stopping him from getting up off her, pulling him forward till their faces were only inches apart. “Kuni, please kiss me.”
He doesn’t need to be asked twice.
He kisses her with unexpected fervour, pressing their lips together desperately like he hasn’t kissed her in years. It’s needy and passionate and reflects Nahida’s own repressed desires. She’s quick to match his enthusiasm.
“Touch me, please,” she pleaded between kisses.

Wanderer pulled back, sitting on his knees and Nahida worried for a moment that she went too far, asking for too much. Those fears evaporate immediately as she watches him take off his gloves, he leaned forward again as he slid his hand beneath her shirt.
His touch is gentle, feather-light, mapping out the curve of her waist leading up to her breasts. Whenever he touched her, his movements were always slow, like he’s savouring every last inch. A pool of desire started to settle in Nahida's gut as she arched into his touch.
Once his hand reached her breast, he started rubbing steady circles around her nipple through her bra. Nahida gasped and he leaned over to resume kissing her as he continued his ministrations.
His mouth then wandered down to her neck, kissing and sucking at her pulse point. A quiet moan escaped her as she squirmed slightly, her desire grew stronger.
“I need more,” she whispered, and Wanderer is familiar enough with her to know what she means.
His hand traveled down her body, beneath her skirt, and under her panties. When his hand made contact with her slit, his head popped up with a look of surprise on his face.

“This wet already...”

“I’ve been waiting all week...”