"Nothing," Briar answered as she rolled atop Dirk, lightly straddling his clothed hips. She could see his confusion; she didn't need her abilities to notice, and had always been attuned to the feelings of others even if she was also good at ignoring them. Confusion was a new look on him, though. Go figure, with all the mixed signals she was sending, and her own muddled thoughts. And how the hell was he supposed to understand when she didn't know how to explain?
She rubbed the back of her neck. "I mean, uh, I'm gonna touch you. And you're just gonna...do...whatever. Lay there I guess? Enjoy it? I hope?" she continued, cheeks heating at the thought. She cleared her throat nervously, fighting back the budding awkwardness. "That was fucking intense, alright? Real intense. Good intense but just—I just need to slow down. Catch my breath. Enjoy the view. Okay? I ain't been touched skin to skin like that and I've never touched so...it's just...you know? This is all new."
And kind of scary. It felt amazing, but it also felt like her body was freaking out. And sure, they had fucked, so maybe it seemed strange that she was getting shy now, but for her this was way more intimate.
She took a deep breath and cracked a small smile to reassure him, already feeling calmer now that she had control, though her heart hadn't slowed and her skin still felt tingly. Leaning down, she kissed him, slow and lingering, and shivered through it. "It's my turn, is what I'm sayin'. So don't touch me 'til I say," she said against his mouth, and experimented with a tiny nibble on his bottom lip. She was new to kissing, too, but she at least had more exposure to it than Dirk. She knew people kissed with their tongues, for example, though she wasn't sure how. Stick it in there? Huh. Maybe that book had some information.
For now, she held off on that and instead took to familiarizing herself with his body. She sat up, and for a moment just looked at him, bare beneath her save for his short pants, eyes lingering on his lips, his chest, his defined abs. She trailed her hand through his hair, marveling that it was softer than expected, and caressed her fingers down along his jaw, down the side of his neck, over his throat. Curious, she pressed her lips to the path her fingers had just traveled and then went lower, feathering kisses over his collarbone and then his chest. Her hands slid over his shoulders and down his arms, feeling, lightly squeezing his biceps, mapping his body in her mind.
He...felt amazing. The faint scent that was unique to him, intoxicating. Her blood ran hotter, and she found that even though it was her touching him, she sometimes forgot to breathe. How did even this feel good? But the more she touched, the bolder she got, and soon she had slid herself backwards and between his legs so she could get lower, kissing just below his navel as her thumbs brushed along his hipbones.
Briar paused there, at the edge of his pants, and glanced down at the erection straining against his clothes. She felt breathless, and though he hadn't touched her, she could feel her own arousal practically dripping between her legs, the delicious tension only building until she was shivering--and the sight of him only made it better. Tilting her head, she trailed her fingers over Dirk's cock, massaging through the fabric, and looked up at him.
"Gonna take these off or what?"