[Sex can always be just sex, but there's something about a kiss, especially a kiss that involves touching and breathing, and the sounds of hearts beating that makes things a million times more intimate. He'd literally been inside her body, but this feels as if he's a part of her, as well, and she lets the kiss begin softly before she opens her mouth against his, tasting his lower lip with the tip of his tongue.
It's there, she can feel it in a place she won't identify for anyone else, but it's there. Even here, with him, she won't vocalize it, but as she kiss deepens, so does that, and she brings her hand up to place her fingertips at the edge of his beard, teasing the edges gently, as if she's memorizing the way he feels, the way his kiss feels.
She is.
Giving in, she hums a kind of delight into what they're doing, her other hand solidifying its hold on his body, the rest of her making room for him even more comfortably between her thighs. She could let this continue for the rest of the evening, she's sure of it.]
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It's there, she can feel it in a place she won't identify for anyone else, but it's there. Even here, with him, she won't vocalize it, but as she kiss deepens, so does that, and she brings her hand up to place her fingertips at the edge of his beard, teasing the edges gently, as if she's memorizing the way he feels, the way his kiss feels.
She is.
Giving in, she hums a kind of delight into what they're doing, her other hand solidifying its hold on his body, the rest of her making room for him even more comfortably between her thighs. She could let this continue for the rest of the evening, she's sure of it.]