Anne took in a light air of breath at the feeling from her delightfully sensitive nipple, a thrill of what might come running through her.  She finished unbuttoning the third button, enough to begin revealing the bindings beneath, and paused there as Gwenevire spoke.  For once, she didn't say anything, but only leaned forward closer and closer yet, her head uptilted towards the taller womans, her lips parted in invitation.  But sensing Gwenevire's hesitation, she then surged up on her toes, her arms folding around Gwenevire's torso, her lips pushing and questing as one hand pressed the back of the taller woman's head to pull them together.<br/><br/>The inital moment was one of surprise pressure, probably an unexpected fierceness for Gwenevire, then pulling back to be gentle nibbles and light brushing play, before pulling back and looking deep into her eyes as she returned to stand flat-flooted on the floor.