That needy kiss was one she responded to in kind. As much as she'd loved expressing her love for him earlier, teasing him by not letting him touch her or even see her was probably the one downside. With the partial contact broken she took slight breaths, each kiss hungry for more.

One might even say it was spurred on by each touch, her body responding to even the lightest feel of his hands, small squeaks escaping at the feel of his hand grabbing her rear more firmly. Oh she wasn't kidding about every part of her belonging to him, he had that and then some, and if there was still more left over after that, she'd give that to him too, just as long as he never stopped ever.