She moaned as he moved her hand, and looked at him, eyes questioning, glazed, not understanding. Hadn't he wanted...<br/><br/>She obeyed his silent commands, sitting back on her heels, back straight like so many Japanese ladies, and closed her eyes, feeling, her arms lifting with his, head falling back. Her breathing calmed, and she revelled in his touch, his kisses, gasping occasionally, head tilting to the side as he reached her neck. Her eyes slowly opened as he held her face in his hands, and stared, for that split second before his mouth pressed to hers, into his eyes. She sighed softly into the kiss, matching his rhythm, chin tilting up to press her against him, and she half raised from her kneel, her bottom just leaving her heels.<br/><br/>she groaned softly as she felt him press between her legs, his bracketing her outer thighs. She pressed close, hands settling around him to splay across his back, fingers pressing against the muscle softly. She shivered at his voice, and pressed closer, her lips trailing from his to brush along his jaw line, to press beneath his chin, and she softly ran her nose against him, taking her opportunity to worship him.