Iramaat is delighted to watch his reaction as she gives him just a little bit of space to process. The way he seems to test himself, how his tongue drags against his lips, it's all delightful to her. It's exactly what she wants. She gets such a rush from introducing him to this, to tugging him along with her into something that's sensual; purely for pleasure. There's no other reason for it. What makes it even better (at least for her) is that it's Soren.

His hands feel strong and comforting and warm and she easily allows him to drag her a little closer, her fingers dragging little lines against his neck and scalp. Whatever obstacles might exist seem trifling to her; this is fun. Enjoyable. Something for the both of them to indulge in. She laughs at him - something bubbling and overjoyed - until he seals her lips with another kiss. She can tell that he's not quite used to this, especially with the way he squeaks out a moan, but she doesn't mind. Her lips part for him, her tongue teasing at his lips, trying to show him the way forward. To demonstrate for someone who's clearly eager.

It lingers again. She deepens the kiss, tilts her head, presses closer until they're chest to chest, a soft sigh answering his moan. When she finally breaks it off again she's flushed, lips kiss-swollen, eyes dancing.

"...I think we should find somewhere a little more private if we're going to keep this up," she murmurs to him, tone light and teasing, "Although if you want to keep going here, I won't object."