I lean over and brush a kiss across her forehead, then duck my head to look in her eyes again, trailing one finger over her cheekbone. Beautiful, this tenderness between us. It has always been thus; no fear separates us. Not like it would be with a man. No rough pounding, no assaulting mouth bruises mine, no grabbing hands tear at my clothes. Only gentleness, and a soft caress as her hand cups my face. In a breath, she draws me to her and presses her soft lips against mine. A deep shudder passes over me at the contact; she holds me tighter. We breathe each other's breath, our lips moving softly and our breasts pressing together. I can't help it; I moan softly into her mouth and feel her body tense.
She breaks the contact reluctantly, a sigh escaping her. I plant a small kiss at the corner of her mouth and press my cheek against hers. I can't let her go; I won't, not after so long apart. She murmurs in my ear -- the hot breath stirs my hair and sends a thrill through me. I pull back and kiss her again with growing fervor. Our mouths part and our tongues slide over each other easily, as if they are long familiar. I tighten my arms around her chest, pressing us together, desperate to feel her body against mine. So long apart. Her lips leave mine and find a point under my chin, then on my neck, where she dances her tongue over the soft flesh before fastening on. I roll my head around and lean further back. I whisper her name. Oh, such bliss. My fingers dig into her back.
I don't know how much later she lifts her head and looks at me. Her breathing, much like, mine, has a ragged edge that belies her wry grin. I can't help grinning back at her, and I comment, "Pretty good for the first time, eh?"
She laughs now, the clear, joyful sound ringing in my ears as she collapses on me in a hug, and we roll together into a giggling, blushing heap.