She felt him returning the kiss. She'd had a faint fear that he would have rejected her after she'd hit him, but was pleased that he was as willing to continue as she was.<br/><br/>She was curious as to what his next move would be as his hand moved down. For a very brief moment she had the urge to stop him from destroying the dress, but she quashed it with vigor, eager to let him continue, to escalate the action.<br/><br/>And he didn't disappoint. Her head went back and her nipple hard as his lips made contact. She was momentarily confused at his fingers against her lips, but the idea of being restricted, even in such an ephemeral way sent her heart racing faster.<br/><br/>She let him push her back, raising her right leg up around his waist, her heel pressed against the small of his back, her skirt slipping up her legs, exposing the lacy red panties she'd donned in hopes that something like this might happen. She was almost certain that they would be done for the same way as the top half of her dress and not only didn't she care one bit at the loss, she couldn't wait.<br/><br/>