Soft. His lips were so soft on hers. Not demanding. He kissed her with the tender expertise of a man who did not have to prove anything, who was more than willing to accept what she had to offer. And who would stop when she drew the line.
But at the moment, she was not willing to draw a line at all. His careful restraint made her want more from him. She opened her lips eagerly, her tongue reaching for his. A gentle, teasing greeting, and then she assaulted him, her tongue tangling with his in a dance of desire. She reached up, weaving her fingers into his hair, holding him captive in a loving prison.
Kissing, licking, stroking his lips with her tongue, she fell upwards into the skies of ecstasy. Every touch only served to drive her desire higher. A lust-fogged part of her brain could only wonder at how quickly she had fallen under his spell. God, and we're only making out right now. What happens when we go further?
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