She makes a soft sound as he kisses her, a kind of helpless hum of her, very weak, defenses just crumbling pleasantly to dust, under the sweet, insistent advance of his mouth.

She opens for him, meeting his tongue with her own. She reaches for his shoulders to brace, keep herself up as she's pulled against him, but she has only one free hand. The other still has a wine glass in it, so she has to wrap her arms fully around those broad shoulders, bringing her even closer, so her breasts brush up against his chest.