[ The kiss is an assurance of his feelings on the matter, but the verbal confirmation is none the less, appreciated. She smiles up at him, warm, excited, and wholly trusting. If she used to like this, then she only believes that she will like it still.
Allura returns each kiss, letting her eyes fall shut again as their lips and tongues meet. This is something she feels like she could do forever and never grow tire of, taking his the taste of is mouth and the light tingle down her body that his touch brings. As his hand dips down between her legs, Allura simply thinks yes, knowing that he's going to address the heat that's collecting there. That's exactly where she wants to be touched.
He moves past her lips with ease, already warming and engorged. What his fingers find past those are like the petals of a flower. When unaroused, they fold together and pull inside her body, but as she is now, they are parted and open in invitation. Five individual folds, no longer than an inch, each lined with sensitive cilia-like sections along the edges. They flutter at his touch and the petals he touches seem to instinctively touch back, folding against his fingers and urging him towards his goal, where he can press past a familiar ring of muscle into her body. But they do enjoy being touched.
Allura release a surprised by please moan into his mouth, all the markings and the flesh of her sex lighting up for a moment. She tightens her hold around his shoulder and nips at his bottom lip. ]
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Allura returns each kiss, letting her eyes fall shut again as their lips and tongues meet. This is something she feels like she could do forever and never grow tire of, taking his the taste of is mouth and the light tingle down her body that his touch brings. As his hand dips down between her legs, Allura simply thinks yes, knowing that he's going to address the heat that's collecting there. That's exactly where she wants to be touched.
He moves past her lips with ease, already warming and engorged. What his fingers find past those are like the petals of a flower. When unaroused, they fold together and pull inside her body, but as she is now, they are parted and open in invitation. Five individual folds, no longer than an inch, each lined with sensitive cilia-like sections along the edges. They flutter at his touch and the petals he touches seem to instinctively touch back, folding against his fingers and urging him towards his goal, where he can press past a familiar ring of muscle into her body. But they do enjoy being touched.
Allura release a surprised by please moan into his mouth, all the markings and the flesh of her sex lighting up for a moment. She tightens her hold around his shoulder and nips at his bottom lip. ]