That quiet noise is a little less quiet this time.
She fumbles but recovers swiftly, and then she's kissing him back, hard, urgent. She tangles her legs with his; shifts her hips restlessly under his familiar bulk.
For a second, she's focused on holding on to him, muscle in her arms standing out, and on effectively sharing one breath. She nips at his lower lip; finds his tongue with hers. The heat that starts low and rolls its way up is more physical than it would be for most people, though for the moment, it's only that -- warmth just under her skin, already hotter to the touch.
Then she remembers her original thought and she slips her hands between them (not an easy feat, given how closely they're pressed together), fingers tracing down his stomach, and starts unfastening his pants.
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She fumbles but recovers swiftly, and then she's kissing him back, hard, urgent. She tangles her legs with his; shifts her hips restlessly under his familiar bulk.
For a second, she's focused on holding on to him, muscle in her arms standing out, and on effectively sharing one breath. She nips at his lower lip; finds his tongue with hers. The heat that starts low and rolls its way up is more physical than it would be for most people, though for the moment, it's only that -- warmth just under her skin, already hotter to the touch.
Then she remembers her original thought and she slips her hands between them (not an easy feat, given how closely they're pressed together), fingers tracing down his stomach, and starts unfastening his pants.