His head tips back so their mouths fit together more properly, crystalline eyelids lowering even though he can't see anything. This almost makes him forget all about his current state, the way she kisses him and responds to his touches so familiar that it's a refuge he hides in, the comfort of a safe place that's not as physical as it is emotional.

His hands cup her breasts, squeezing the soft flesh lightly. She feels wonderful, and he only wishes he could see her bare figure right now, the way her body arches and begs for his touch. He's getting hard just imagining it, and he lets out a soft shivering moan as he breaks the kiss, thumbs rounding her nipples, catching one between it and his index finger and twisting just lightly.