Knowing that this woman gave him the right to kiss her like this.
He deepened the kiss, one of his hands sliding achingly slowly down her back to press her against him even more. He wanted to move his hand to the more interesting parts of her front, but he was oddly content just to hold her like this while he taught her more about the art of kissing with infinite patience. He pressed a little harder, hungry for just a little more, and coaxed her tongue from her mouth with his own. Truthfully, She didn't understand what he wanted, and he knew she was confused by the change in the angle of his mouth as it slanted over hers.
"Give me your tongue." Lian whispered hoarsely against her lips.
"What?" She asked dazedly.
"Your tongue." He said again, moving his hand lower to cup her soft butt in his palm.
"My tongue?" She said, sounding a little squeaky.
"Yes. Slip it in my mouth."
There was a moment of silence, and then she asked:
"Why?"
