"Now, you're mine." Their lips met in a kiss which became the steady background beat to their always-evolving touch as he slowly breached wall after wall. Hands on her hips, up her sides, touching her back through her dress; he wasn't shy to seize whereever he wanted, though the more obvious erogenous zones were avoided entirely.<br/><br/>He enjoyed the sensation of her tongue in his mouth, her ass against his lap, and her willpower fading from his touch. By the time he broke the kiss it was time for a question, "How do you feel about foul language...? I've got a very explicit vocabulary in moments like these, and therefore I need to know how much you'd like for me to hold back for now."