Kara's back hit against the kitchen counter, ceasing as their lips took turns controlling the passion of the kiss. As his touch navigated to her rear, he then basked in having her without inhibitions while pulling back to take in the moment. Her messy hair caused that way by the nature of his fervent touch along with her heaving chest caused for desperation of breath, he had paused just enough to memorize her flawlessly imperfect. His nails dug softly into each plump cheek, until he lifted her up off of the ground and onto the counter. She was now equivalent to his height, having set one leg on either side of his as she had then felt him withdraw his lips and focus on her neck. He held the back of her neck within his palm while keeping her at an angle until her yearning fingers pulled upon
