It had gotten to the point where Anya really couldn’t deny how she felt anymore, nor could she stop herself from finally doing what she’d wanted to do for such a long time now. Perhaps it wasn’t the most graceful or well thought out kiss, but Matthew was warm, his arms pulling her closer, holding her against him. Thank god he responded positively. She didn’t want to think about the other outcome.
Much to her surprise, a groan issued from the back of Matthew’s throat, and he pressed even closer, returning the kiss with even more force than she’d originally given. Maybe he’d been waiting just as long for this to happen? Either way, it encouraged her to nip at his lip, fingers curling against the fabric of his shirt.
If they crossed one boundary in their 'relationship', then they could cross another. Matthew's hands slowly roamed over Anya's body, smoothing over the wrinkles of her clothes, sliding up and down her body and boldly enough, cupping her cheeks in his hand. The other was too immersed into the moment to even care about shyness now --- no, shyness here doesn't apply.Â
The thought of this alone could bring Matthew to his knees. The sensation of being this close to Anya, to even feel and taste her, made his head dizzy and quickly upped the temperature to sweltering. This was much more intense than he could ever imagine, more real and vivid.
He couldn't stop touching her, not when her warmth brought tingles down Matthew's spine, her soft skin making even his own hands tremble. When Anya started to bite his own lips, Matthew couldn't help but groan again, his hands sliding up to cup her cheek. He found some sense to calm his feverish kissing, slowing down and breathing evening out . Matthew slowly slid his tongue across Anya's lips, swiping across her lips and silently asking for permission.
