There’s a bit of silence between you and Matiha for the moment. At first, you took it as her simply enjoying your company, and that she’s not much of a speaking, extroverted type… but every so often, when you glance towards her, you catch her eyes on some part of you before she suddenly pulls them away, focusing on something else. One time, you catch her biting into her lower lip.
And to make things even more obvious, her erect nipples are poking against her fabric with as much subtlety as a pebble in your shoe, and there’s a certain pheromone in the air that gets more and more intense the more she grinds her thighs together. It seems her overcharged libido is starting to become an issue for her.
Which, in a way, is great for you – you know exactly what you want. She just needs you to make the first move.
You stand and bring yourself behind Matiha, and she continues doing what she’s doing, pretending that you’re not about to make a move on her. She doesn’t flinch when you bring your hands gently down to her shoulders and you start to massage at them, your fingers squeezing down on the muscles along their span, and she doesn’t object when your fingers start to play with the neckline of her robes, daring to start exploring a little further.
Before you take it any further than that, though, you lean in and, in a lowered, whispered voice, you ask her if she wouldn’t like to take this meeting elsewhere and… escalate things.
In response, she leans her head back; she closes her eyes; and she takes a long, deep sigh, in and out through her nose. When she reopens them, they’re immediately locked onto yours. [matiha.isLover|“This new libido of mine is tearing me apart, [pc.name],” she says. Although her tone is steady, her eyes are already begging you to fuck her stupid. “I need you to treat it as badly as it’s treating me.”|“What I’d like you to do, [pc.name], in no uncertain terms,” she says, “is to take me to bed; take off my clothes; and make me cum so hard that I forget who I am and what day it is.”]
That sounds like something you can do. Your hand trails down her arm, your fingers gently closing around her hand and guiding her into a standing position… but it’s her that’s dragging you onward, eager to get to her personal space so that you can tend to her issues with all haste.]