Klein slid a hand around Walpurga's waist and pulled her even closer. She did not resist. On the contrary, she raised her face toward him. Their lips met again, first softly, then with growing intensity. The kiss deepened quickly. Walpurga wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers sliding into his hair. She tilted her head slightly to better respond to his kiss, and a light muffled moan escaped from her throat.
"Klein..." she murmured against his lips before diving back into the kiss.
He continued kissing her ardently, his mouth pressed against hers. His hands caressed her back slowly, descending to her hips. Walpurga arched against him, her generous curves molding to his body. She moaned louder when he slipped a hand under the fabric of her training outfit and caressed the bare skin of her stomach.
