heathen’s kiss

Phoebe lifted her hands as he returned, wrapping around his waist and lifting to rest on his shoulders. She melted into his kiss, her face following his as he pulled away. The pause in action was needed of course but she was needy and didn't want to wait. But fortunately he made quick work of it, no awkward fumbling around to prolong the wait. A little gasp breaks her silence as he gently tugged on her hair, a quiet moan against his lips as as his tongue prodded hers. Her confirmation was nothing more than a mumbled positive noise against his lips. Brown eyes widened briefly before she arched against him, hips rocking involintarily to press further onto him, her head tilting back against his hand. He needn't worry too much here, her body relaxed and ready, a soft moan escaping her lips as her eyes fluttered shut. Phoebe Be gentle to all and stern with yourself