[ She has an answer for him, right at the tip of her tongue, but something about the way his tongue glides over his lips, slow and sensual, has her putting those words on pause as her gaze lingers on his mouth a second too long.
Hmm, maybe the advertisement was right. Those lips are looking delectably kissable right about now.
So she does what her mind considers to be the most logical thing to do at the moment, which to get right back into his personal space, one hand reaching up around his neck so she can pull his head down for a kiss. A chaste kiss to be sure, with no tongue involved, but still slow and languid. There's no hint of shame on her face when she finally does pull away, only pleasure and a hint of merriment. ]
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Hmm, maybe the advertisement was right. Those lips are looking delectably kissable right about now.
So she does what her mind considers to be the most logical thing to do at the moment, which to get right back into his personal space, one hand reaching up around his neck so she can pull his head down for a kiss. A chaste kiss to be sure, with no tongue involved, but still slow and languid. There's no hint of shame on her face when she finally does pull away, only pleasure and a hint of merriment. ]
You're right; it does taste like chocolate.