This seemed to be heading in a very definite direction, one that Errol was quite pleased and eager to explore. He had had sex before--in Libria, with Mary, but that had been different. Instead of frantic, stolen moments under the eyes of an oppressive government, this was... what? Slower, more languid, a chance to savor and enjoy.
He kissed back harder, more insistent. One moved away from her hair down to her shoulders and to her back, pulling her close. The cloth of her dress was thin, and he could feel the fine movements of her muscles underneath, and the pounding of her heart. Experimentally, he slid his other hand down her arm, to the dip just above her hip, and slid upwards, skimming the bottom of her ribs and pausing questioningly.