Whole of her body sighed—alive—as Anna felt his place of kiss, high to inner thigh. Liquid light from morning sun bathed over her again. Down-draw of the sheets, cool of the room, warmth of his lips and trailed path of tongue; find of his touch, gentle as sun in trace-caress to her held openness. Slow-breathing to the feeling, gold of the light seen and sensed in absorbing even through closed eyes; further near of his kiss, replace of the touch; whole of her body’s swoon and roll ended in hips raise and press to him. Her eyes still closed, absorbing and sensing as she felt the liquid sun in glow over open body.
She held to his head, drawing him high—she needing more than kiss. Rise of his mouth over center-line, tongue’s path and press through thin skin onto bone over sensitive of cleft; kiss’ further rise, low touch of align; tip-press to kiss-made heat; her tongue and body both alive—desiring to race. Kiss’ meet, tongue’s race-release through new body swoon and set to way as she took the pulse of his first full-love; whole of her electric—alive—in wash of the liquid light.