With the feel of his hands, her inhale was immediate although she drew out the long breath. She didn't wish to hurry although he was making it difficult to be patient. She turned slightly in his embrace, wanting to feel more of him, wanting him to feel more of her, wanting simply more. His featherlight kisses pulled disappointed sounds from her and made her mouth curve into the beginnings of a pout. And then at once she was rewarded with another kiss, the slide of his tongue eliciting a soft noise, a mixture of surprise and satisfaction.
One hand stayed buried in his hair while the other trailed lower, skipping across the lines of his neck and over his shoulders before dancing on the buttons of his shirt. She pulled away only slightly, the press of her lips growing softer, giving him a taste of his own medicine. Then she trailed down his chin, his jawline, before returning to her earlier task and showering his throat with hungry kisses.