She doesn't pull away, but it's a struggle that can be felt more than it can be seen. In the way she exhales just softly as he moves in, and the way her lips feather his before he deepens it. Careful, cautious, pulling back just once — and even then only minutely.

She relaxes after a moment, tension sliding out of her body slowly, like the slither of a sated snake. Her hand moves into his hair while her other arm curls around the back of his neck, and if that wasn't concurrence enough, the soft sigh she then releases gives away how unhurried she feels to stop.