Kissing him was like her body pulsed with the thought of finally Where their last time had a sense of finality that would happen, this was not that. While hardly slow or careful as they had both waited far too long for that, it was not rushed and desperately passionate. There was no need to pour everything into those few seconds, but rather the need to enjoy it. Lena wanted to taste him, get to know what she would later know as uniquely Terry. She wanted to feel him react under her hand. To have her nostrils fill with the ever stronger scent of desire. It was not a sprint by a longshot, but there was no need to test the waters. Both were already completely lost at sea.
His comment brought out a confused noise, then a low and annoyed growl deep in her chest. Lena’s lips curled back in a snarl as she turned to the bed, grabbed the entire duvet and tossed it, and the now-bundled snacks to the floor. The woman sat back and tugged him back in not for his mouth, but to lick a slow and long line from the collar of his shirt to the space right behind his ear. The woman then gave a low, rumbling purr and kissed the spot.
“I want you,” she told him in a voice deep and heavily accented from want. “Claim me as yours.” Lena ducked her head and tilted it to catch Terry’s mouth in an open and dirty kiss. The woman sucked his bottom lip between her teeth, rolled it, and licked along it before releasing. After a while, the woman came up for air and purred again. “I want everyone to know I’m yours.”