I kissed her. The motion, which was sudden and total, brought my mouth to hers. The contact, which was a collision, was a claim. My lips, pressing against hers, were warm. My tongue, pushing in, found hers. The taste, which was salt and fear and curiosity, filled my mouth.
She trembled. The kiss, which she did not resist, was a surrender. Her mouth, which had been closed, opened. Her tongue, which had been passive, moved. The kiss, which started as a claim, became a conversation.
I laid over her body. The motion, which was smooth and deliberate, brought my weight onto her. Her back, which had been against the bed, was pressed into the mattress. Her body, which was beneath me, was small. My cock, which had been hanging, was against her thigh. The shaft, which was hardening, was warm.
