Becoming more and more confident, Damita moved her lips over his, teasing them with her tongue before that arousal-slicked hand was at her cheek, pulling her closer. She imitated him, learning just how to convey her passion in the age-old dance that was kissing; an art to be learned. From her cheek to her hair, Damita could smell her juices upon his fingers, lips curving into a smug smirk; he had marked her with his teeth, but her smell was all over him.<br/><br/>Any human or animal would take that as a sign.<br/><br/>Encouraged to move, Damita slowly moved to her knees, never breaking the contact of their lips as she moved. Teasing butterfly kisses were given before he pulled away, his hand moving to reverently cover her breast. She moved instinctively, pushing that firm orb into his waiting hand, leaning into Toho as he let his lips wander over her neck and shoulders. She groaned, nuzzling her face into the crook of his shoulder, inhaling deeply of his scent.<br/><br/>