"It felt..." She had no words for how it felt. She simply beamed, up at him. That look was obvious, she knew what he was going to do before he did it. It was so easy to just turn her face up toward his.
This was her favorite form of affection. She could never, would never, get tired of his kisses. One hand rose up to rest against his cheek. Letting him feel what she was feeling at that moment. Or as best she could through the kiss.