You might be right. I kissed her hair again as her tears came to a stop. It was a quiet drive along the coast road with forest on one side and sea views on the other for much of the way. As we continued to kiss, my hand, warmed by her body heat beneath her coat, moved almost of its own accord, gliding up and down her side, feeling her ribs, sliding down along the curve above her hip and then gliding lightly along her hip. Our lips, our mouths, our tongues instinctively found each other and our longest and most passionate kiss of the night continued until the waves of our mutual climax finally receded. The warm, soft press of her lips, the delicious wetness of her tongue on mine, its curiosity and activity growing by the second, it seemed as we both grew in confidence, as both our kisses became more demanding, more loving. It was less than an inch, possibly, and then as I pressed further, felt her arms pull me to her, felt my entire glans slip into Lucy.
