I gave Yuche a look when he told me that I thought too much. "Yes, but I'm allowed because I said so."
Because, what else was I going to say?
Yuche smiled as though that was a perfectly reasonable rule. "Fair enough."
I shook my head and kissed him again. After that, I stopped worrying so much about whether I was doing anything correctly and paid attention to what actually felt good instead.
That turned out to be much easier.
I liked running my hands through his hair, so I did. The strands were softer than I expected, slipping between my fingers as I traced the shape of his skull.
I liked the way his shoulders felt beneath my palms...solid muscle shifting under warm skin...and the small changes in his breathing when my mouth moved along his jaw. I liked the faint salt taste of his skin, the barely-there scent of whatever soap he used mixed with something distinctly him.
