As she broke free of him, his eyes, which had remained closed, slowly open. His eyes are glassy, like he's just taken some good drugs; and in many ways, that is precisely what just happened. He was high on his own body chemistry. It was amazing!<br/><br/>He's a bit groggy, but his body reacts to her readily enough. His cock was warm, and still rock hard,  and her grip on it is enough to draw out another moan from him. Despite not doing much at all at the moment, his breathing comes hard and fast. When her lips meet his, the breathing stalls for a moment, then continues. Hazy as he might be, he knows what is happening, and he does love to kiss.<br/><br/>He meets her with passion, his lips and his body pressing up against hers.  Her tongue is more than welcomed into his mouth, and more sounds of arousal form in his throat, but can't escape from his busy mouth. Neither the taste of blood, nor the blood trickling down his neck, does anything to dissuade him from maintaining the kiss. He was still lost in a haze of pleasure, and honestly, he didn't want it to stop.  He just wanted to be overwhelmed, consumed by it.<br/><br/>Maybe he is not aware of who it is. Doubtlessly, if he was fully in the 'right' state of mind, he wouldn't be so eager with Cass. Maybe he thought it was Erica, though. Maybe that was what he was imagining. No matter what, though, there's no denying that his hands, previously doing nothing more than dangling, are now moving over Cassidy's body. They trailed down along her back, settled on her clothed ass, and rubbed. He fondled her, and groped at her.