Malia wasn't sure how long she kissed him. She didn't even care. Time no longer seemed to matter. If felt so good; he felt so good, and she just let her mind float away to wherever happy places the kissing took her.
She pulled back after a moment, her lips swollen and her hair a bit mussed, just in time to take off her shirt and throw it to the floor. She left her bra on, though, and leaned in to kiss him again, this time tiny quick kisses that were almost frantically hungry - but more for just the affection she was starved for than anything else.