With patience, Lily's resistance waned as her mood lifted.
With a soft moan, Lily's teeth parted, letting my tongue slip into the warmth of her mouth. Her shy tongue met mine, hesitant but soft, as we fell into the rhythm of the kiss.
Her eyes still glistened, but they locked onto mine, wide and bright. I gently drew her tongue into my mouth, savoring it with a slow, tender pull. The sound of Lily's moans grew softer, and the strength of her blows to my back faded.
After a moment, Lily's hands moved to hold my neck tightly, and a faint sweet liquid trickled from the corner of her mouth into mine.
Lily's mouth carried a delicate fragrance, and I greedily drank in the sweetness of her tongue, teasing it lightly with my own.
She responded with innocent awkwardness, her tongue gently moving against mine.
Biting lightly on her delicate tongue tip, I fixed it in place, swirling my own tongue around hers.
Overcome with emotion, Lily moaned softly.
