It was perfect. Nothing had ever fit so right, felt so wonderful, or happened so easily. One moment, he was holding himself back, waiting to see if she would allow it, and then they were kissing. Her arms went around his neck, and his carefully wrapped around her body to pull her closer. The kiss took on a life of its own, moving just as independently as the water that rushed around his legs.<br/><br/>Breaking away from her lips, he kissed along her jaw, slowly, taking his time and enjoying the exploration. He stopped at her ear, nibbled a bit, then moved down her neck. His kisses remained gentle, slow, and patient. He knew from experience that a slow and patient pace often caused the opposite reaction in women, and he loved it. He gave little thought to his actions as his hands explored up and down her back.