[ She's glad they aren't pretending now. It makes it easier to cross to him, to take his hands and press her knees into the mattress. Wanda moves easily, grace in every inch of her limbs as she settles against him, warm and soft skin against his jeans, his bare chest. Freeing one hand she moves it to brush the hair from his forehead and then leans in to press her lips to his.
It's a proper kiss, one with feeling. She can still taste the salt on him and she chases it with her tongue, licking her way into his mouth and shifting more firmly into his body. There is a yearning feeling inside of her body, twisting up her stomach and making her heart beat furiously. She aches for it and it leaves her breathless, their mouths parting so she can pull in an inhale, watching him with wide eyes. ]
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It's a proper kiss, one with feeling. She can still taste the salt on him and she chases it with her tongue, licking her way into his mouth and shifting more firmly into his body. There is a yearning feeling inside of her body, twisting up her stomach and making her heart beat furiously. She aches for it and it leaves her breathless, their mouths parting so she can pull in an inhale, watching him with wide eyes. ]
No more excuses.