It is that, and more than good, it is satisfying and warm and safe. She tips her head back, leaning into him, and smiles against his lips first, before she lets her tongue dart out to brush against his.

Electric - like a different sort of drift.

With a deep breath through her nose, she lets out a little impatient growl, and presses her lips to his harder, reaching for the front of his shirt and yank him closer.