The feel of his tongue and fingers finally drags a slow, quiet moan from Kozakura's lips, missing the touch immediately as he pulls away to stand up. Only to have his nails slide over her, leaving trails that fade quickly, making her shiver in pleasure.<br/><br/>She leans back slightly, arched against his hands as he cups her breasts, pushing them more fully into his grip. As his hand slides lower, past her navel to brush lightly over the swollen nub of her clit, she whimpers faintly.<br/><br/>Turning in his arms, she finally drops the bit of lace that was her bra to the floor, her breath heavy as he kisses over her face. Her lips meet his eagerly, parted to let her tongue flicker over his own, firm and eager but not overly forceful.