Contrasting responses bubbled up inside her from the dragging rhythmic contact of his thick organ against the delicate and burgeoning nib at the fore of her sex - protests that would belie her avowal to willingness, and affirmations of his claim that she refused to think of as having a shred of proof. So many words threatening to burst forth, and not a one of them safe.<br/><br/>So it was that tiny hands loosed their grip, sliding up the front of his chest, the sides of his neck, to curl with unexpected fervour into the hair at base and crown of his skull and drag his down, fitting his mouth to her own with inelegant urgency.