[ Instinctively, she flinches with a sharp breath, but as a result, her hands come to rest on his chest, fingers twisting into his shirt. Still, she can't help but moan against his lips, a faint sort of mewl - and she certainly can't resist that kiss.
His tongue makes her breath flutter. There's a touch of anxiety around having her mouth explored, as she finds her teeth so distasteful... and yet, she knows that her loves and accepts every part of her. That feels even better than the intimacy they share in this moment.
That isn't to say that she isn't wholly eager to kiss him back. ]
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His tongue makes her breath flutter. There's a touch of anxiety around having her mouth explored, as she finds her teeth so distasteful... and yet, she knows that her loves and accepts every part of her. That feels even better than the intimacy they share in this moment.
That isn't to say that she isn't wholly eager to kiss him back. ]