Old habits, actually. He got far too used to scouting any room he stepped into, studying every corner and escape route, committing it all to memory. He was glad he got to use that knowledge for this, though.
Sliding one hand down to the small of her back, he lifted his other hand up, cupping her face and swiping his thumb down her cheek. Canting his head, he parted his lips again, tongue drawing across her own, though this time trying to get her to open her mouth for him.
Mary made a soft noise against his mouth and then tentatively opened hers, allowing his tongue to come in. She had never kissed a man like this before. The sensation was a bit wet, but also arousing. She could taste the beer on his tongue. Gently, she opened her lips a bit more to encourage him to deepen the kiss.
He moved slowly, almost tentatively, brushing his tongue along the inside of her lips, tracing the row of teeth, before finally pushing into her mouth, seeking out her own tongue. His hand fell from her face, sliding down her neck, thumb trailing over the dip of her throat. He could do it a lot quicker and more intense, but he also didn't want to scare or overwhelm her. It was better he take his time and they take things slowly, at least until he saw how she reacted.
Moving slowly was wonderful and intimate to her. She loved both the taste and feel of his mouth and the way his fingers brushed against her flesh. There was no resistance from her. In fact, Mary slid her tongue back against his, not wanting him to stop. She could feel the rush of pleasure flowing through her body as she continued her motions.
Steve let out a low hum against her mouth, feeling a rush of pleasure wash over him. He knew any more than this and he'd be pushing his luck, but the way she moved so eagerly with him, returning each motion of his tongue, made it very hard for him to resist and behave. Well... sort of behave. Felt like they were looking at proper behavior in the rearview mirror at this point.
He did curl his arm a little tighter around her waist, though, fingers curling into her clothes as he pulled her close and pressed her flush against him. His thumb dipped lower, tracing her collarbone, enjoying the thrill of any contact of skin on skin he got to have with her.
One of her hands moved up to brush through his hair. It was soft on the sides where it wasn't slicked. She found herself melting into him and his kiss, her lips not wanting to leave his. It felt too good to be this close. His kisses made her feel like she was alive after never really living before.
Mary slid her tongue back against his and then ventured to push hers into his mouth.
His mouth parted wider in as much of an invitation as he could manage, swallowing a whimper as she took the initiative. Far from taking the lead completely —which Steve wouldn't be at all opposed to, either—, it was nice when she pushed for more herself, daring to show some eagerness and curiosity. It made him feel a little weak on the knees, if he were to be honest, but he didn't mind it in the least.
He brushed his arm lower, though, the hand on her waist falling to her hip, fingers curling over her hipbone.
She was curious and Steve made her feel comfortable. It was a different feeling to have her tongue in a mouth that wasn't her own, but she didn't dislike it. The whole experience was warm and a bit wet. The biggest difference about it was that it was Steve. Mary wouldn't have felt brave enough to do it with anyone else.
She only pulled back because she hadn't been able to get a proper breath in about five minutes and her chest was starting to burn. Mary rested her cheek against his and panted lightly, waiting for a moment before speaking.
Steve was glad to break the kiss too, admittedly. He had forgotten that he sort of needed air for a moment there, and as he finally inhaled, he could almost feel his head spin from the sudden rush of oxygen. Closing his eyes, he breathed slowly through parted lips, forehead resting lightly against hers as he brushed his mouth across her cheek in a ghost of a kiss.
"Care to revise your opinion?" He said that a bit teasingly, pulling back with a small smile on his lips.
Mary laughed breathlessly, pressing her forehead to his. "On kisses? That was wonderful." She gave him another light kiss. "I've never been kissed like that, Steve."
It was incredible and she found that she was left wanting more. This wasn't the right place for it though. Even though they were in their own little corner, she would rather it be in a place where it could be just the two of them.
He grinned at her answer, letting out a faint chuckle. "I'll take that as a sign you'll want to do it again in the future."
But he agreed— not now, not here. If not for the fact that they were still in public, then for the fact that he was becoming aroused enough that it could pose as a problem soon enough.
"Absolutely," she said with a grin. "But right now, I want you to dance with me." Mary grabbed his hand and tugged him out of their little nook. It didn't even dawn on her that she might be arousing him to the point of no return. Her experiences with men were still quite limited.
It caught him a bit off-guard, but he couldn't help laughing when she pulled away and then practically dragged him back to the dance floor. At least that would help clear his mind, he figured. And he did like dancing with her, so he was glad to do that for as long as she liked. Or, more realistically, until they got tired, though before it was too late to drop her off back home without raising any suspicions.
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Sliding one hand down to the small of her back, he lifted his other hand up, cupping her face and swiping his thumb down her cheek. Canting his head, he parted his lips again, tongue drawing across her own, though this time trying to get her to open her mouth for him.
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He did curl his arm a little tighter around her waist, though, fingers curling into her clothes as he pulled her close and pressed her flush against him. His thumb dipped lower, tracing her collarbone, enjoying the thrill of any contact of skin on skin he got to have with her.
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Mary slid her tongue back against his and then ventured to push hers into his mouth.
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He brushed his arm lower, though, the hand on her waist falling to her hip, fingers curling over her hipbone.
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She only pulled back because she hadn't been able to get a proper breath in about five minutes and her chest was starting to burn. Mary rested her cheek against his and panted lightly, waiting for a moment before speaking.
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"Care to revise your opinion?" He said that a bit teasingly, pulling back with a small smile on his lips.
sorry for the delay - phone call
It was incredible and she found that she was left wanting more. This wasn't the right place for it though. Even though they were in their own little corner, she would rather it be in a place where it could be just the two of them.
no problem <3
But he agreed— not now, not here. If not for the fact that they were still in public, then for the fact that he was becoming aroused enough that it could pose as a problem soon enough.
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