It was like she was floating, without sound, without any kind of floor beneath them. She was really glad that she didn't have to speak right now because she had no idea what she would even say. What she did know was that her hand didn't leave Amamiya's shirt: her fingertips traced around it, over her shoulders, around her back and resting right under where she felt the softness of her belly.

She arched her back slightly, feeling another dizzying pulse of tickling pleasure at the touch of her breasts, teeth clenching.

"S-so good," she moaned.