[She certainly hopes that he doesn't mind it, because when he pushes her back against the wall, her body pliant as she falls back to it, her hands continue to wander a little more. Her touch is shy, every stroke of her fingers deliberate as they slide over his back, the other curiously carding through his soft, damp hair, pushing it back so that she can caress his cheek.
That rougher kiss has her sighing against the new heat that twists around itself in her. While she is a little gentler, mostly out of lack of her own confidence, she allows him more, invites him even, to explore further than he ever has before, just as she allows herself to.
And damn it, she needs air, but she wonders if she needs this more... and so she parts with him for only a moment to take it, not realizing the soft whisper of his name that falls out of her again before she pulls him back, closer.]
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That rougher kiss has her sighing against the new heat that twists around itself in her. While she is a little gentler, mostly out of lack of her own confidence, she allows him more, invites him even, to explore further than he ever has before, just as she allows herself to.
And damn it, she needs air, but she wonders if she needs this more... and so she parts with him for only a moment to take it, not realizing the soft whisper of his name that falls out of her again before she pulls him back, closer.]