I smiled and ran my hand through her hair, lightly, lovingly, fingers passing through the hair and moving it instead by their gentle breeze. "You are. Not as my slave, not as my pet. You are mine as I am yours. As partners. As companions. And we will be that way for as long as we are so blessed as to be with one another." It was a little convoluted, but it conveyed that she was mine, not in an ownership sense, but in a romantic sense.

Like a sigh, I slowly pressed my body against hers, our breasts touching at first then pressing together in an erotic sensation most indescribable.
This was the point that with a true lover the feeling of another beings flesh against mine made me wish to keep pressing to her nakedness, to become one with her...
I slowly kissed her, wet kisses, until I trapped her mouth once again and after repeated kissing, was able to with my tongue into her mouth, tasting her.... slowly, fencing with her delightful wiggling tongue...

It was a feeling I so enjoyed. Kissing was sex to me. A form of it, at any rate. I was able to reproduce by simply kissing should I elect to. That made it a sexual act, didn't it? Either way, I treated it as one, reciprocating with heat and passion, dancing in our mouths, a kiss both hot and cool, wet and airy. It was something humankind wasn't used to, but it was usually something they found intoxicating.