"Can I kiss you?"

Taylor's heart did a victory dance against her ribs when Zack asked his question. He looked embarrassed for asking, and yet hopeful. He wanted to learn. He wanted to be taught by someone whose happiness he already valued.

“Yes, Zack,” Taylor smiled, beneficently, and she pulled him down on top of her. The gratefulness in his eyes, the relief washing away worry, made her love him all the more. She'd done the right thing for him. “You can kiss me.”

Maybe it was just the weight of his bigger frame, but their kiss took her breath away. His lips were soft, softer than a man's lips had any right to be, and warm like a hug. She sucked on her lip when he broke away, trying to savor his taste as long as possible.

Then he was back, his breath short as he leaned in and put his hands around her waist. She arched herself against him, and he broke briefly to let out a pleased moan as her breasts flattened. It made her hungry for him, to see him this weak for her guidance, her body, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. The threshold was crossed. They met with urgency, with passion, each new kiss a promise.

At some point his tongue ran over her teeth, like she'd done to him. Se purred her approval, so he did it again. But when she went for his mouth, he opened wide, and his tongue didn't glide over her teeth but batter against them. She held his head still, forcing him to stop.

“Not so much tongue.” She gave him a knowing smile that said This is exactly what I'm talking about. “A kiss isn't sex, Zack, no matter how hot it gets. Not every girl is gonna like it when you try fucking her mouth.”

“Ok,” he whispered. “Sorry, Taylor.”

“It's alright. Try again.”

His soft kisses made her soar, but soon, with just his tongue tracing her lips, he wanted more. He took her lower lip in his teeth. Tugged. Released. She gasped.

“Was that too–?” Taylor interrupted him with another kiss. She gently bit his lip, grazing with her teeth as she pulled away.

“Careful, Zachary,” she looked at him from under hooded lids. “I like that. But not every girl does.”

“Lucky me.” He nipped her again, and before she could get even he buried his face in her neck, kissing and licking beyond her jawline.

Something shifted on her lower belly. Zack's penis was semi-hard again, not so much drooping as swinging between his legs. He was coming around, but he needed more encouragement.

“You know,” she whispered directly into his ear, "I like being kissed in lots of places. You should explore. Get to know me like we got to know you.”