heathen’s kiss

Her actions being met with such praise - positive physical and vocal reactions to her boldness - made her confidence soar to new heights; in her own mild mannered way of course. Tentatively she grazed her teeth against his lower lip, tugging on it gently before releasing it, watching, wondering what else she could do to ellicit those response; wanting to see him pleased by her actions. Though she felt a bit like she was pawing around in the dark. A quick glance down has her cheeks flushing anew, before his hands distract her, moaning softly into his lips. And though she might've looked a moment longer, her face was pulled up, a light tug on her hair that made her heart race. It wasn't as gentle a touch as she was used to, and much to her own surprise she liked it very much, following his direction without hesitation. Phoebe Be gentle to all and stern with yourself