Unheeding of her own soft, breathy sounds at the press of lips and tongue and the edge of teeth, Keyuri sunk into his kiss with the mental note to herself that hers had been a very good plan. As much as she enjoyed Ben's company in nearly every other activity, it had been far too long since she had gotten the taste of someone else properly on her tongue. Since she had felt that mix of heat and the hint of teeth, with a warm, solid body against her own that she could properly lean herself into. The desert of physical affection beyond more than friendly touches made every sensation feel as if it were magnified, the heady scent of pheromones more enticing, the feel of his hands on her too filled with promise.
Still, she had no desire to hurry him in that tasting process. No desire to miss a beat of the feel of calloused hands curving over her flesh and his fingers kneading against her to make her moan low in her throat.
Her lips were left parted when his kiss moved to the corner of her mouth, and then he was just - gone. Not entirely, of course, but with the tingling of her lips and the ability to draw breath that didn't taste entirely of Ben (almost but not entirely then) had her a moment surprised, before she was sighing at the feel of his mouth against her bare skin and rolling her hips down against him in approval, fingers curling in his hair.