For a moment, her eyes still closed, Essery wasn't sure that it was his mouth against hers - she could have been imagining that. He seemed far too stilted for him to have really been the one to kiss first. Her eyes opened just a fraction, like to check, and then she knew what she was feeling.
... Which might not have been the best thing, because Essery liked to kiss. Loved to kiss. But it was a sudden, nearly palpable need in her to kiss him back, and the way she surged closer and turned her mouth to catch his full on, the insistent and dominating way she kissed him back, or turned the kiss into a real one and not the chaste thing he'd so obviously intended...
Well, later she might be sorry for being so ferocious.