His kiss always goes straight through her. After so many years of wanting just this, this simple connection, this simple touch, being able to melt into him like this, it blows her away. She moans against his mouth, tasting Scotch and cigarettes, and him. It still amazes her, how a simple kiss can feel so good.

Her hands slip beneath the layers of fabric, one curling around his shaft, the other delving down to cup his bollocks, petting over velvet skin and heated iron. She gathers up his foreskin and starts to move, knowing just how to take him, knowing just what he needs.