For all her faults, one of the nice things about Aurora was that you always knew where you stood with her. She knew what she liked, and if you weren't doing it, she corrected you in a hurry. And if you were doing what she liked, she let you know that too. The proper kiss was the right call.
Aurora returned the kiss with passion, grinding her hips into his as she did. She hadn't made love in a while—at least not by her standards—so was a little pent up. Luckily she had a willing boy to help her out.
Her arms had automatically gone around his neck as they kissed, but now she pulled them back a little to trace around his shoulders and to the buttons of his shirt. She wanted skin.