[His thumb probes past her lips only after her response, not trying to prevent her response prior to. How thoughtful. It lingers for a moment, draws back to create some wetness at the corner of her mouth...
And then he's sitting up, for whatever reason, automatically positioning her in his lap in the process -- a move done out leverage, seeking control in something he knows very little about. His lips find hers, settling hard while urging her closer (if at all possible) with a hand trained to her waist. There's no verbal response to be found, just a silent agreement in the way he's pursuing her mouth -- probing lightly with his tongue, steadying her chin with a wet digit.
Unsure as he's been, he's on a steady path to confidence...or he's succumbing to lasciviousness. One in the same.]
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And then he's sitting up, for whatever reason, automatically positioning her in his lap in the process -- a move done out leverage, seeking control in something he knows very little about. His lips find hers, settling hard while urging her closer (if at all possible) with a hand trained to her waist. There's no verbal response to be found, just a silent agreement in the way he's pursuing her mouth -- probing lightly with his tongue, steadying her chin with a wet digit.
Unsure as he's been, he's on a steady path to confidence...or he's succumbing to lasciviousness. One in the same.]