Oh no. Jemima could already tell that she was ruining things – but at least she could close her eyes when he kissed her, and therefore stop looking. Her kissing was somewhat distracted, though. She opened her mouth under his, trying harder to focus (– or was she supposed to put that in her mouth? She wasn’t sure if that made any sense, but she could not fathom where else it might fit inside her –), because she really didn’t want this all to go south when it had (briefly!) been going so well.
Well, things were evidently going south sooner or later in one sense, but...
But – resolutely not thinking about it now, not looking down – Jemima pressed a little nearer, and even ran a hand along his bare arm with no difficulty at all. When she paused to catch her breath and pulled back from him slightly, she bunched up the bottom of her nightdress into her hands, sliding the fabric partially up her thighs questioningly. “Should I –?” She had been far too embarrassed to think of taking it off when she’d gotten changed before, but now that he was naked she almost thought it might help divide her embarrassment between them. She could hardly be wholly mortified about her own body when she was far more conscious of his.
Well, things were evidently going south sooner or later in one sense, but...
But – resolutely not thinking about it now, not looking down – Jemima pressed a little nearer, and even ran a hand along his bare arm with no difficulty at all. When she paused to catch her breath and pulled back from him slightly, she bunched up the bottom of her nightdress into her hands, sliding the fabric partially up her thighs questioningly. “Should I –?” She had been far too embarrassed to think of taking it off when she’d gotten changed before, but now that he was naked she almost thought it might help divide her embarrassment between them. She could hardly be wholly mortified about her own body when she was far more conscious of his.
