<em>He follows her, still flushed, though now there's a soft gleam of guilty excitement in his eyes, as slowly, bit by bit, he begins to relax, his fingertips lightly, almost curiously brushing along the smooth, outer curve of her creamy, succent thighs. Still, though sometimes they move in circles, he does exactly seem sure of where to go, where she wants him to go... or, for that matter, where he himself wants to go. Still, his kissing improves, even if its skill is dwarfed by the succubus'.</em><br/><br/>OOC: Prowess (kiss) 17