She continued to grind against it. Each deep suck of my mouth on her breast clearly worsened her internal state. If I may use the word… caused her to be more destabilized.
I ran my hand across her body, gently touching her, yet never letting her feel the fullness of my touch. It was like torturously grazing my palm over her entire skin in that moment of aroused pleasure — a featherlight drag across heated flesh that made her breath catch and her hips stutter.
I had read somewhere that this method could intensify arousal. Since I couldn't use Summoner's Touch on her, the technique just surfaced in my memory as I thought of ways to make her even more destabilized.
And it worked. She trembled, pressing harder. She grabbed my face and kissed my lips deeply. My hands found her breast while the other traced its way toward her thighs.
As I slipped it inside her short kilt, she trembled visibly, breaking away from the kiss to let out a helpless moan.
