Coherent thought unfocused and slid away. It was another one of those, these kisses that made everything stop. How new, they were, and different. Even the little thrill that she'd done something right vanished in the enjoyment of it, only compounded by the fact that there was more to feel. The butterflies grew wings of flame.
He was much taller than she, and so she reached up to curve her hands around the back of his neck, where his hair began to curl away from the skin. She knew him better this time, and gave where he pushed, pressed where he retreated. Everything was real and immediate, and there was nothing to see behind her eyes and so all her concentration was just on how he felt.