Even though the jist of her attention was on his neck, and the sucking kiss she had there, Bresthra was more than aware of the placement of his hands. Just like his body, they were oh so warm. She made a soft pleased sound against his skin, not quite a moan, as his hands found her back. Bresthra pressed her body closer to Weston, expressly her hips, when he actually touched her skin. She minutely thought she should've pulled her shirt off before hand, but that wasn't really important. It would be gone before too long.
Bresthra took the cue and ended the kiss on his neck, leaving a nice blemish on his skin where her attention had lingered. She barely noted it, becoming far too involved in the kiss. Bresthra's blood red eyes remained partially closed as he kissed along her jaw and cheek. The drowess adored the attention. She wasn't sure what to expect, but that didn't make her hesitate. Just incredibly curious. Bresthra was usually the one to initiate most things, so when Weston took the more aggressive role, she accommodated. She had no problem in either role... When his lips finally pressed to hers, Bresthra leaned forward to increase the contact. Much to her surprised delight, he turned his attention to her lower lip. She sighed softly, smiling a fraction. It was heavenly to have someone pay so much express attention to her the way he was. Bresthra even shivered some when his tongue ghosted ever her lip, her breath airy as she exhaled. It'd been some time since Bresthra had been kissed with such thoroughness. Usually the kisses were passionate, all consuming... hurried and primal. This was at the other end of the pleasurable spectrum. If this was a prelude to the night they were to share, it was certainly going to be one of the best. Attention to the smallest things was something Bresthra and Weston obviously shared. So when he murmured humbly, "Just to warn you. I haven't been with a woman in a long time. You'll have to excuse me if I'm a bit...rusty," she couldn't help but laugh. Because of how the kiss had affected her, the sound was gentle, more sensual than she'd intended. Bresthra liked how the words were spoken against her lips.
One of her hands lightly slid along his neck and up into his hair. She kept what distance there was between them as she near purred, "You're fine, trust me." As though to sooth whatever fear he may have of being rusty, she kissed him this time. Bresthra had never been the shy or hesitant type. When she committed to something, it was wholly. When her lips pressed to his, the contact lasted long enough to appreciate the feel of him against her before she lazily slid her tongue along his lower lip, seeking admittance. The urge to really taste him was beating in her ears, matching the way her heart drummed and her pulse throbbed along her skin. The hand in his hair tightened just a fraction, enough that it put some pressure but not near enough to hurt him. It merely translated her want of him to remain where he was, utterly and eagerly kissable.