Her hands came up so that her fingers could ease into his hair. Pushing the kiss to a deeper level, as his found her breast. A soft little wanton gasp drawing in through her nose.
Though both hands did not remain wrapped up in is soft soft hair. Her right eased down along his neck, fingers delicately stroking over his shoulder. Pads sliding down his chest, short nails lightly easing over his glorious abs. Until they reached that part of him that pressed so needingly so against her. Ever so lightly, she slid one finger down the length of him. From the crown, to the base. Waiting for his reaction.