[ To the question if this is too much, he answers her with his lips taking hers. Immediately, the rest of her thoughts and doubts scatter like clouds at dawn, and she-- she basks in it, the warmth, this touch, him.
Something gives, a restraint undone, and her lips envelope his as if she could conserve the heat between them, her hand sifting along the side of his head to the back of it, dropping to the nape of his neck, her touch trembling-- this is really happening-- and then softening. Then he'll feel the graze of her teeth along his bottom lip, because now she's smiling, kissing and smiling at once as if she doesn't know what to do in this moment, what emotion to give into, this joy or this specific want to continue to kiss him. Perhaps it's both, and that's why her actions become serial, expressing her joy and appreciation. One kiss is soft, another is peppered with a giggle, another kiss is right at the corner of his lips with a smile of her own, then she says his name before yet another kiss, and finally it's followed with firmer press of her mouth against his, noses bumping, lips parted, drinking him in if she can...
This is happening. He's with her. His lips-- she can taste him, she can feel him, he's holding her, he's giving her this, he's showing her affection. She's consumed with nothing but the thought of how wonderful it all is.
--And how each kiss of his sends a shiver of pleasant warmth through her, how his hand moving to her waist engenders the same, because this is what he is doing, and the thought alone of him wanting to pull her close is just as powerful as the physical sensation itself. Taken in by the rush, her body presses against him, legs shifting against his; her arm is now over his shoulder, hooking to slowly stroke along his back, rippling his shirt while being careful of the scars, making room so that her torso can be flush against him. She wants this, this warmth, this thrill that comes with each time he moves, and the levity of holding him. And she wants-- she wants to give it all back to him, with her lips, with her body against his. Now her mouth moves against his in a slower, sensual fashion, savoring each time they come together... ]
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Something gives, a restraint undone, and her lips envelope his as if she could conserve the heat between them, her hand sifting along the side of his head to the back of it, dropping to the nape of his neck, her touch trembling-- this is really happening-- and then softening. Then he'll feel the graze of her teeth along his bottom lip, because now she's smiling, kissing and smiling at once as if she doesn't know what to do in this moment, what emotion to give into, this joy or this specific want to continue to kiss him. Perhaps it's both, and that's why her actions become serial, expressing her joy and appreciation. One kiss is soft, another is peppered with a giggle, another kiss is right at the corner of his lips with a smile of her own, then she says his name before yet another kiss, and finally it's followed with firmer press of her mouth against his, noses bumping, lips parted, drinking him in if she can...
This is happening. He's with her. His lips-- she can taste him, she can feel him, he's holding her, he's giving her this, he's showing her affection. She's consumed with nothing but the thought of how wonderful it all is.
--And how each kiss of his sends a shiver of pleasant warmth through her, how his hand moving to her waist engenders the same, because this is what he is doing, and the thought alone of him wanting to pull her close is just as powerful as the physical sensation itself. Taken in by the rush, her body presses against him, legs shifting against his; her arm is now over his shoulder, hooking to slowly stroke along his back, rippling his shirt while being careful of the scars, making room so that her torso can be flush against him. She wants this, this warmth, this thrill that comes with each time he moves, and the levity of holding him. And she wants-- she wants to give it all back to him, with her lips, with her body against his. Now her mouth moves against his in a slower, sensual fashion, savoring each time they come together... ]