He’s a good head or more taller than you, which would have made the kissing awkward, except that he’s picked you up by the back of your thighs and is holding you there with no effort at all. (He can manhandle you so easily, and it’s glorious.) Your arms are wrapped around his shoulders, legs hanging over his hips.
And you’re kissing him. There is an awful lot of kissing.
His lips are surprisingly soft. You don’t know quite what they’re made out of, but that’s some high quality shit right there. They even adjust to the temperature; the more you kiss him, the more your warmth infuses into him, until you can’t even tell he was anything other than body temperature.