Her hands gently tugged at the hem of his clothes, meeting his ascent when his tongue probed.
A kiss that was still unfamiliar a few months ago had now become a small part of her life.
She was familiar with his breath, the temperature of his lips, and the little habits he had when he kissed her.
In the spring night that could not be concealed, occasional soft moans escaped from her lips, and suppressed emotions, blended with his breath close at hand, merged together. When the room returned to silence, the two lay in each other's arms, already drenched in sweat.
She curled up in his arms like a lazy cat, excessively docile at this time, her face flushed, her forehead beaded with sweat.
"Jane Sampson." James Black softly wrapped his right hand around her waist, feeling very peaceful in his arms, as he called out to her.
"Hmm~" the person in his arms responded with a light tremble in her voice, laced with a hint of sleepiness.
