Every small progression kind of startles her, to be honest—but not in a way that scares her. It exhilarates and propels her. Every little thing is surprising to her, from the stroke of his tongue to his anxious hands. She takes in a sharp little breath, jolting with surprise as she feels his tongue, but she takes it as a challenge, which heats her blood. She's still smiling as he escalates their activity, and she opens her mouth a little, countering him with a slow wind of her tongue against his.

She feels a burning bloom between her legs, and she breathes a heavy, heady sigh against his lips. The feeling—the permeating warmth through her body—just builds and mounts, and she takes in a shuddering inhale through her nose. She turns, facing him properly, wrapping her arms around the back of his neck.