As he moved in towards her neck, the feeling of his breath and soft kiss made Nalia sigh as her eyes closed, content in the warm sensations. Her head tilted as his kisses became more fervent, her breath quickening. His wandering hand sent a chill, leaving goosebumps where his fingers traced, contrasting the ever growing heat inside of her. Then when he put pressure upon her neck, she inhaled deeply.<br/><br/>As he exposed her, Nalia’s eyes opened back up and she merely lifted an eyebrow and laughed. The simple black bra was her usual go-to, but as plain as it was, it shaped and pushed up her breasts in a way most flattering to her figure. “I tend to lean more towards functionality.” Not that lingerie was out of the question for her, but it’d be best to keep his expectations realistic. “But maybe for a special occasion, and for a special someone, I might consider.” She shrugged a bit at the last bit.<br/><br/>Nalia did start to feel a bit self-conscious under his roaming eyes, but at the same time thoroughly enjoyed the attention. Electing to nix the shirt entirely, for the moment that he wasn’t on her like his dinner, she crossed her arms over her torso, grabbing the hem, and finishing where he left off, pulling it straight over her head and tossing it to the floor to the side of the bed.<br/><br/>Before he could get another word in, one hand slid over to him, grabbing at the hem of his shirt now, pulling him back to her. “How about we skip the talking...at least for now. Hmm?” Her voice was low and sultry. This wasn’t typical of her demeanor. Sexy was not something she’d normally use to describe herself, but something in the way he spoke to her, the way he looked at her, made her feel like something else entirely. Why not utilize it in the moment?