[ His hands go up to her cheeks, her own moves lower, slowly and steadily past his shoulder to his side, warmly then to his waist, hugging his hip... just-- just enjoying the feel of him, tracing him beneath her palm. He feels wonderful. He tastes wonderful, too. Wonderful enough to answer his clumsiness with some of her own, returning her smile within their kiss, teeth intermittently clinking against his.
Kiss after subsequent kiss, she doesn't stop. Nor is there a need to. Her sighs and breaths only convey and emphasize the emotions she's feeling, not derived physical need for air. But, it would be fittingly poetic to say that he's taken the very breath from her. Each time he draws away for his own, it's a delay for her, but sweet is the tease that precedes his return... and his tongue, should he be open. It's different. It's a coiling, needy sensation, it makes her more aware-- more aware of him, if that is at all possible, each and every part along themselves that are in contact, and how much more she has left to learn about him.
She wouldn't know about his apparent inexperience. Everything he does, each way he kisses her, feels like firecrackers during the late summer festivals strung together. They sparkle and spark within her, again and again, and she trails their lights, his light, lost in it, not daring to stop lest she fall from the stars. ]
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Kiss after subsequent kiss, she doesn't stop. Nor is there a need to. Her sighs and breaths only convey and emphasize the emotions she's feeling, not derived physical need for air. But, it would be fittingly poetic to say that he's taken the very breath from her. Each time he draws away for his own, it's a delay for her, but sweet is the tease that precedes his return... and his tongue, should he be open. It's different. It's a coiling, needy sensation, it makes her more aware-- more aware of him, if that is at all possible, each and every part along themselves that are in contact, and how much more she has left to learn about him.
She wouldn't know about his apparent inexperience. Everything he does, each way he kisses her, feels like firecrackers during the late summer festivals strung together. They sparkle and spark within her, again and again, and she trails their lights, his light, lost in it, not daring to stop lest she fall from the stars. ]