She permitted another kiss. And another. Several kisses were attempted, accomplished, and repeated. He tried different angles. Different movements. Looking for ways to enhance. To improve.
She simply allowed it; trying not to feel like she was taking advantage of the situation.
"I do not know what to do with my hands," he admitted after the last 'practice' kiss.
"You can touch while you kiss. But I wouldn't recommend being too bold. At first." He accepted her counsel, and kissed her again with his hands on her hips.
'Much better,' he decided. That began a new round, with hands.
