His kiss was warm and hard now, and she made a faint noise against them, squirming beneath the press of his body, bare skin slipping against skin. It was consuming enough that she almost didn't feel the touch of his hands roaming over her, though hers lifted in a flutter to do the same; one burying briefly into his hair, another skimming down his back, pressing and kneading as if trying to find a way to fit him closer to her.<br/><br/>Then the perfect way made itself known, brushing against her bared virginity as he nestled close between her pale thighs, and her gasp mingled with his own. The hand in his hair scraped his scalp just a little, fingers twining and beginning to grip as he fit that length of himself against her dewy and blossoming crevice, the grind of it awakening the moan of a woman wrapped in the cry of a girl. Each pressing rub both satisfied the itch and awakened it anew, until she was all but whimpering into his kiss, kissing him back with feverish need.