Strange to think that the same hands upon her neck could (and had) steal the air from her lungs. But Jeritza was gentle for how large he was, for the strength he had.
Nina seized the opportunity to deepen the kiss further, her more experienced and adventurous tongue slipping past his with a soft moan as his the taste of him bloomed across her tastebuds. She eased up onto her knees, insistently urging him backwards on the couch with every intention of climbing into his lap if he let her.
Where Death Knight is physically dominant and imposing, Jeritza is his direct opposite. He's malleable under her touch, he moves with her whims. As she leans forward, he falls back, lips still locked, arms loosely wrapping around her waist, allowing her to get as close as she likes. He can smell her unique musk, and it makes something strange stir within him, makes his arms wrap a little tighter.
No objections. Nina felt for tension with her fingers pressed against his shoulders and arms, assured he wasn't actively resisting something while she climbed into his lap, legs astride his hips.
She pulled back for a breath, let her eyes shift over his face as if searching for something, and then pressed in again for another kiss, hips gently rolling in his lap.
As she looks at his face, she won't see the usual blankness, but rather his features slackened as though they are melted, and a look of desire in his lidded gray-blue eyes. She kisses him again, hips grinding softly into him, and he exhales heavily into her mouth. His hands become active, gripping gently at her tiny waist and ribcage. How small she is compared to him usually worries him, but at the moment, it's enticing for some reason. His jaw opens further, his tongue reaching into her mouth.
Desire was not an emotion she had seen in him, but she was clearly pleased for it. Nina pressed her hips a little harder into his, hoping to rouse him a little more; urge more pleasant little sighs from him.
Her kisses grew more feverish, tongue swirling in his mouth and her teeth catching on his lower lip. Nina's hands sifted through his hair, kneaded against his scalp. She pulled back again after a moment, breathless, "I want you, Jeritza." She murmured, realized maybe she needed to be more specific, "I want to have sex with you."
Her hips coax his own upward, against her. The pressure feels nice. He on top of him feels nicer.
She seems an expert, pulling at his lip, giving him all manner of strange and pleasant sensations with her mouth and hands. It works him up, starts to make him flustered. He wants more of her warmth, her touch, her body.
"Okay," he murmurs low, in response. There's no real reason not to.
She chuckled. About as enthusiastic as she anticipated from Jeritza, but she figured if he didn't want it, truly, he would tell her. Or make it obvious with uh... more unpleasant alternatives.
"Tell me if you don't like something." She made sure to mention. "And if you do." That said, she continued the fervent roll of her hips, pulling back enough to tug her top off and expose her tits, tossing her shirt off to the side and reaching for one of Jeritza's hands. She guided it upward, palm agaisnt her breast. "Don't be afraid to touch me."
He nods, though he has no idea how he would go about communicating either of those things. If all else fails, body language might work, he supposes.
His eyes drink in her bare chest, and then she puts his hand on it. He grasps her breast softly, lips slightly parted in awe of being able to touch something he has never touched before. His thumb rubs back and forth on the soft skin. He places his other hand against her bare lower back, his breath hitching as she continues to grind against him.
Thankfully, he wasn't the first virgin she had to contend with. Her ex-boyfriend hadn't had sex before he met her either — the difference now being that Evander had been overly enthusiastic, where Jeritza was far more willing to just let her take the lead. Which was fine. Easier this way to direct him and show him what she liked and maybe figure out what he did.
Nina leaned into him, moaning softly when his palm grazed her nipple, and kissed him again, her own hands moving to tug at whatever he was wearing for a shirt to try and get it off him.
Jeritza helps her take his shirt off and discards it to the side, revealing his very broad, pale chest and shoulders. He's muscular and littered with many scars, though it's rarely seen since he prefers to wear long sleeves, layers, and robes most of the time.
He leans forward to press his lips against her chest. He continues to caress one of her breasts with his hand, while his mouth slowly finds the other. He kisses along the soft, scarred skin there toward her nipple, before tentatively and very softly placing his lips over it, looking up at her for any sign of a reaction.
It was exactly the sort of physique Nina appreciated — strong, broad, and storied. Of course she assumed many of those scars were from fights the Death Knight had been in, but she would not discount Jeritza either. Before she could truly appreciate it, however, he was moving forward and latching onto her breast.
Unexpected. Extremely pleasant. Nina moaned and arched her back slightly, a hand against the back of his head insistently kneading into his scalp. When she looked down at him, she nodded absently. "Ke-Keep going."
He pushes the tip of his tongue against her nipple, then opens his mouth a little wider, taking more of her tit in his mouth. His tongue then swishes around her nipple, experimenting. His thumb circles around her other nipple.
He hopes she likes this... Her body is very nice... He likes it.
Both of her nipples hardened under the touch of tongue and thumb. And if that wasn't evidence enough of her enjoyment — she was soon moaning her pleasure even louder than she had been, the grind of her hips suddenly more desperate as heat pooled between her thighs.
Nina twirled his hair around her fingers, gripped at the back of his skull. "Gods, Jeritza." She panted. "You can... you can use your teeth. Don't bite. Just graze it."
Her moans make his skin prickle, make him shiver in arousal. It's a strange feeling, one he's scarcely ever had before, but he likes it. It feels sort of like hunger, but more urgent, more compelling of his movements. He follows her instruction, licking and then grazing her nipple with his teeth, holding the bud delicately between them before pulling a little and letting go.
His free hand grips the top of her hipbone, pulling her down more onto his crotch. The way she's grinding on him and gripping his hair makes his breath come heavily against her skin. There's pressure and heat building, and with it desire, desire to be closer to her, to be inside of her.
Nina was not a woman known for taking things slow, but Gods above she was trying so hard now, knowing full well the man currently playing with her body had zero experience. He was good at it though — took instruction well and even surprised her with the initiative of pressing her down into his lap. The motioned made her moan just as much as the faint twinge of pain that came from his teeth tugging her nipple.
She was getting antsy though. Needed him to fuck her. Heat radiated through her leggings, pooled between her thighs and only grew warmer when she felt the stiffness of his cock in his pants. Fuck it. Slowness be damned.
"Jeritza..." said on the back of a needy moan, the hand in his hair tugging enough to get his attention and cock his head back so she could kiss him, and so she had space enough to start working the front of his pants open, hips reluctantly lifting enough to give her space to pull his cock out and stroke.
His head moves readily backward with her tug, his lips falling into her kiss again. A small noise of surprise escapes him as she takes hold of his cock, followed by a softly exhaled moan. It's strange to feel someone else's hand on him, hers small and using pressure differently than he would. It's exciting, though. He imagines he is supposed to reciprocate, so he slides his own hand between her legs, pressing palm and flat fingers to her warm and wet groin. He's unsure exactly how to do it or what might feel nice (there isn't even porn in his world to learn from, really) so he just presses and rubs there a bit with his whole hand for now.
The pressure was nice, if nothing else, rousing more heady moans from Nina's lips and into their kiss. She continued stroking his dick, excitment and anticipation making her pulse quicken. She rocked herself into his palm, absently noting that she would have to teach him where her damn clit was.
The thought made her laugh, and she was sure to mutter a giggling "sorry" as she pulled back from his lips. "Just — haa... just use two fingers and rub down the middle. You don't need the whole hand."
He doesn't enjoy being laughed at, but isn't angry enough to show it other than a slight furrow of his brow. Goddess forbid he try to please her...
He does as she instructs, using his middle and ring finger to press into the divet between her legs and rub. It's still hard to tell her anatomy with the clothing in the way. Meanwhile, he's somewhat overwhelmed by her stroking him, which makes it somewhat hard to focus on both things at once. Ugh, he is bad at this... There must be techniques, just as there are in battles, but he was never taught.
His brow furrows deeper. He's getting in his head a bit.
For whatever it was worth, the moment he went from full hand to two fingers, Nina seemed significantly more pleased — her moans becoming a touch more frequent when she angled her hips and wiggled to assure his fingers brushed over her clit at least a few times.
Clothes were becoming a problem though, and even if it felt good, Nina desperately needed skin-to-skin contact now. "Let me — let me get these off. I'll show you." She pushed off his lap and stood to slip off her leggings and underthings, tossing them into the pile she had started building nearby. "Should have done this on the bed..." she muttered. But oh well. Whatever.
Okay, good, she seems to like that more, but he still doesn't know what's going on down there. It's not like they have sex-ed in Fodlan, and he wasn't studying medical diagrams in his pursuits of battle.
At her muttering about the bed, he stands and picks her up, carrying her to the bedroom. It isn't like he cares if his first time is romantic, but it can at least be in a place more proper than a couch.
He lays her down on the bed, then takes his pants off but leaves his underwear on. A little too shy to remove those yet. He lays next to her and gives her his hand.
No warning. Nina yelped in surprise at suddenly being lifted, having been focused on trying to find the best way to instruct him. Her hands on his shoulders until she was laid back on the bed, bare to the world and watching him while he undressed.
Shy. Of course. Gods he was cute.
Nina tilted her head up to kiss him, taking his hand as she did so and gently placing it, palm down, on her stomach. With her legs spread, she guided him down between her thighs, palm against her mons so he could curl his fingers inward and feel the slickness of her folds. "Gentle." She murmured against his lips. "Just go slow and gentle. Like this." She raised her other hand up to mimic the motion of her ring and middle finger stroking through the air. "There's, uh... there's like a little bump of nerves near the top called the clit. It's really sensitive. You'll know if you hit it, and if you do you want to circle with a little bit of pressure." A beat. "Is this too much?" Was she going too fast?
Her body is lovely. She has many scars, which he likes. It shows her strength. To Jeritza, strength is more attractive than anything.
He kisses her briefly, but parts when she starts explaining things, focusing. He watches her fingers move and tries to move his in the same way. It isn't unlike learning a combat maneuver. Visualize the movement, then practice it yourself.
"No." He isn't dense, just inexperienced. He's a fast learner. His fingers feel around her folds, pressing gently into them. There's a small bud, almost like the bud of a nipple, which is probably this "clit" she referred to. He does as she said, circling around it with gentle pressure. He watches her face, now, to see if it's working.
Nina released his hand let him explore, hips absently shifting against wandering fingers — just slow, rolling motions to rub herself a little harder against him. And when he focused on her clit, she gasped softly, eyelids heavy and lips parting with a series of soft moans.
"Right there." She breathed, gripping his shoulder. Nina let him continue, curious herself to so what he might do without instruction.
At this reaction, Jeritza continues the circular rubbing motion around that bundle of nerves, adding a little more pressure. The spot is slick with her arousal, and his fingers easily slide over it without much friction. He watches her, gazing at her body and her face silently. He's in no rush.
Nina writhed under him, rolling her hips to counter the motion of his fingers. Heat was churning in her core, and Nina was never very good at being patient, so all it did was drive her to wanting him more. She cupped the back of his head, urged him down. "Kiss me." She murmured, panting and shuddering with each pulse of pleasure that rolled through her.
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Nina seized the opportunity to deepen the kiss further, her more experienced and adventurous tongue slipping past his with a soft moan as his the taste of him bloomed across her tastebuds. She eased up onto her knees, insistently urging him backwards on the couch with every intention of climbing into his lap if he let her.
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She pulled back for a breath, let her eyes shift over his face as if searching for something, and then pressed in again for another kiss, hips gently rolling in his lap.
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Her kisses grew more feverish, tongue swirling in his mouth and her teeth catching on his lower lip. Nina's hands sifted through his hair, kneaded against his scalp. She pulled back again after a moment, breathless, "I want you, Jeritza." She murmured, realized maybe she needed to be more specific, "I want to have sex with you."
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She seems an expert, pulling at his lip, giving him all manner of strange and pleasant sensations with her mouth and hands. It works him up, starts to make him flustered. He wants more of her warmth, her touch, her body.
"Okay," he murmurs low, in response. There's no real reason not to.
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"Tell me if you don't like something." She made sure to mention. "And if you do." That said, she continued the fervent roll of her hips, pulling back enough to tug her top off and expose her tits, tossing her shirt off to the side and reaching for one of Jeritza's hands. She guided it upward, palm agaisnt her breast. "Don't be afraid to touch me."
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His eyes drink in her bare chest, and then she puts his hand on it. He grasps her breast softly, lips slightly parted in awe of being able to touch something he has never touched before. His thumb rubs back and forth on the soft skin. He places his other hand against her bare lower back, his breath hitching as she continues to grind against him.
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Nina leaned into him, moaning softly when his palm grazed her nipple, and kissed him again, her own hands moving to tug at whatever he was wearing for a shirt to try and get it off him.
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He leans forward to press his lips against her chest. He continues to caress one of her breasts with his hand, while his mouth slowly finds the other. He kisses along the soft, scarred skin there toward her nipple, before tentatively and very softly placing his lips over it, looking up at her for any sign of a reaction.
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Unexpected. Extremely pleasant. Nina moaned and arched her back slightly, a hand against the back of his head insistently kneading into his scalp. When she looked down at him, she nodded absently. "Ke-Keep going."
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He hopes she likes this... Her body is very nice... He likes it.
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Nina twirled his hair around her fingers, gripped at the back of his skull. "Gods, Jeritza." She panted. "You can... you can use your teeth. Don't bite. Just graze it."
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His free hand grips the top of her hipbone, pulling her down more onto his crotch. The way she's grinding on him and gripping his hair makes his breath come heavily against her skin. There's pressure and heat building, and with it desire, desire to be closer to her, to be inside of her.
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She was getting antsy though. Needed him to fuck her. Heat radiated through her leggings, pooled between her thighs and only grew warmer when she felt the stiffness of his cock in his pants. Fuck it. Slowness be damned.
"Jeritza..." said on the back of a needy moan, the hand in his hair tugging enough to get his attention and cock his head back so she could kiss him, and so she had space enough to start working the front of his pants open, hips reluctantly lifting enough to give her space to pull his cock out and stroke.
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The thought made her laugh, and she was sure to mutter a giggling "sorry" as she pulled back from his lips. "Just — haa... just use two fingers and rub down the middle. You don't need the whole hand."
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He does as she instructs, using his middle and ring finger to press into the divet between her legs and rub. It's still hard to tell her anatomy with the clothing in the way. Meanwhile, he's somewhat overwhelmed by her stroking him, which makes it somewhat hard to focus on both things at once. Ugh, he is bad at this... There must be techniques, just as there are in battles, but he was never taught.
His brow furrows deeper. He's getting in his head a bit.
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Clothes were becoming a problem though, and even if it felt good, Nina desperately needed skin-to-skin contact now. "Let me — let me get these off. I'll show you." She pushed off his lap and stood to slip off her leggings and underthings, tossing them into the pile she had started building nearby. "Should have done this on the bed..." she muttered. But oh well. Whatever.
"Give me your hand."
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At her muttering about the bed, he stands and picks her up, carrying her to the bedroom. It isn't like he cares if his first time is romantic, but it can at least be in a place more proper than a couch.
He lays her down on the bed, then takes his pants off but leaves his underwear on. A little too shy to remove those yet. He lays next to her and gives her his hand.
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Shy. Of course. Gods he was cute.
Nina tilted her head up to kiss him, taking his hand as she did so and gently placing it, palm down, on her stomach. With her legs spread, she guided him down between her thighs, palm against her mons so he could curl his fingers inward and feel the slickness of her folds. "Gentle." She murmured against his lips. "Just go slow and gentle. Like this." She raised her other hand up to mimic the motion of her ring and middle finger stroking through the air. "There's, uh... there's like a little bump of nerves near the top called the clit. It's really sensitive. You'll know if you hit it, and if you do you want to circle with a little bit of pressure." A beat. "Is this too much?" Was she going too fast?
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He kisses her briefly, but parts when she starts explaining things, focusing. He watches her fingers move and tries to move his in the same way. It isn't unlike learning a combat maneuver. Visualize the movement, then practice it yourself.
"No." He isn't dense, just inexperienced. He's a fast learner. His fingers feel around her folds, pressing gently into them. There's a small bud, almost like the bud of a nipple, which is probably this "clit" she referred to. He does as she said, circling around it with gentle pressure. He watches her face, now, to see if it's working.
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"Right there." She breathed, gripping his shoulder. Nina let him continue, curious herself to so what he might do without instruction.
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