She grabbed my hand with hers suddenly and closed her hand around it, holding my fist within hers, tightly.She grabbed my hand with hers suddenly and closed her hand around it, holding my fist within hers, tightly. She slid away, turning to face me. "So," she smiled, "What are we going to do with our spare hour?" "Good question," I replied, leaning close to give her a proper, morning kiss. I wondered how bad my morning breath was; hers wasn't unpleasant at all. Apparently she didn't think mine all that bad, because she wouldn't let me get away from it. When I tried to move away, she wrapped her arms around my shoulders and pulled me on top of her, our tongues wrestling between us. I'll admit to something-- I sometimes kiss with my eyes open, just to get a look at faces. K'meh's was lost in abandonment as we kissed, and I closed my eyes again to lose myself in the sensuality of tongue against tongue, lips to muzzle, nose to nose, listening to her breathing. She was a wonderful kisser, and that she indulged me in my desire to kiss was sheer bliss. Not to mention that it gave me an erection. But there was something else down at my groin demanding my attention. "K'meh," I said softly as I backed off, "let me go." "Aww..." she said. "K'meh, if you don't let me go, there's going to be a warm, wet feeling between us, and it won't be love." There was a moment's look of puzzlement, followed by comprehension. She let me go, saying "I'll need the head after you. |