The mention of pain made Snaeha hesitate. But she had not gone into this...
relationship without knowing the associated risks. Still, it was altogether harder to ignore them when they hung in the air, a stale comment that refused to leave the room.
"I know." She said softly. She was in a vulnerable position, and though that did add to her sexual excitement, it made her nervous. Exposed.
"But I know you'd never hurt me on purpose." A bony hand reached out, brushing his furry forearms, to reassure herself as much as he.
When Snaeha moved next, she was slow and steady. Her earlier eagerness had not disappeared as such, but she had reigned herself in. Symenestra had urges, as did any race, but if her partner would not embrace his greatest desires, neither would she.
It was her silken shirt that came off first; shrugged off her narrow shoulders until it slipper down and revealed the redhead's pale, lithe body underneath. Now there were no layers separated her skin and his, Snaeha stepped close, chest pressed against his, and kissed him deeply.
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