[ He's beset with momentary panic again when she slows, apprehensive that he's asked for too much and totally grossed her out. He's about to pull back, to apologize for misreading, to assure her they don't have to go to that step, yet - but then her mouth is against his again, her tongue slipping along his bottom lip, wresting a soft sound of pleasure right out of his chest.
He's only too eager to pursue that feeling, far more wet and slippery than their kissing had been, but somehow better for it. His lips part against hers, his tongue probing the tip of hers, his fingers in her clothing tightening in hers as the taste of her fills his senses. Oh, and she tastes like a dream, something savory lingering in her mouth as he slides his tongue slowly, carefully, past her lips, widening his even further to allow her passage past his as well.
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He's only too eager to pursue that feeling, far more wet and slippery than their kissing had been, but somehow better for it. His lips part against hers, his tongue probing the tip of hers, his fingers in her clothing tightening in hers as the taste of her fills his senses. Oh, and she tastes like a dream, something savory lingering in her mouth as he slides his tongue slowly, carefully, past her lips, widening his even further to allow her passage past his as well.
He. Can't believe it. He's making out with her. ]