Florian smiles up at Adele and moves his hand over her skin again. The acid made it seem like his hand left a glittery trail across her as he moved it. He sits up a little and grins as he watches his hand move across her. "I have never told you this....you are fucking beautiful," he whispers before he kisses her again, totally enamored by her in every way.

As his trip takes another twist, Florian watches as the word "merci" comes out of Adele's mouth like some sort of comic book. He looks amazed and sits transfixed as the word floats across the room and out the window. He smiles at it and then looks back at Adele as she plays with his hair. He keeps his face just centimetres from hers. "You are ok?" he asks, still conscious that this is her first time near any drug. He strokes her cheek and smiles widely at her, almost goofily before he runs his hand across her shoulder, almost towards her chest, before he stops, unsure how far he can go - a look of confusion momentarily on his face.

Florian watches Adele's reaction and pauses for a moment. He sees the glow of her skin, however, and when she arches her back, he gently slides his hand across her chest, squeezing softly and letting out a quiet sigh. "Wow," he says quietly. Everything about this experience was different, magical, to him and he was drinking it all in. As he continues to feel her chest through her shirt, he kisses across her ribs now, the sparks feeling like they are literally flying between them.

Florian watches as Adele takes her shirt off. Every movement she made was perfect in his eyes at the moment and he smiles. When she has her shirt off, he leans down again, moving his lips higher before he reaches behind her and unhooks her bra. As it falls away, he slowly kisses the centre of her chest, the warmth from her making him feel like there was such a connection between them as it washed over him. He moves his hand again to her bare chest, closing his eyes with the ecstasy of the feeling. He moans a little, unable to take his eyes off her.

Momentarily, Florian gets a feeling that Adele may feel self conscious, such is the strange way his mind works. He sits back on his knees and unbuttons his plaid shirt, sliding it off. When he moves back toward her, they are directly skin to skin for the first time, and in Florian's mind there is like an explosion of red between them, like powdered paint bursting from between them, such is the warmth and the chemistry between the two right now. "Wow..." he says again, kissing her collarbone a little more passionately.

Florian smiles at her and slides his arms under her as the feeling of their connection continues to surge through him where their skin is in contact. He looks her in the eyes and gasps again. "I am thinking...the theory that I read, maybe it is not bullshit," he says with a little smile.

The words that come out of Adele's mouth were so much what Florian wanted to hear that it was like each letter visually danced from her mouth to his ears. He nods a little, before he looks at her with a more serious eye. "Very much. But only if you would like to try. It is up to you." He didn't want her to feel pressured in any way.

Florian watches as Adele takes her pants off and nods at her words. "You have no idea how much I need you now..." He whispers before he stands and takes his jeans off. He kneels back beside her and leans down to kiss her stomach as his fingers move over the front of her underwear, the lacy texture feeling blissful against his hand. He could scarcely believe how perfect she looked and he could not keep his hands to himself.

Florian is almost amazed at the way Adele reacts to his every touch, totally enamored by the way she moves, speaks and looks at him. When she motions with her finger, he sits up before moving over to her, positioning himself on top of her where he proceeds to kiss her all over again. "Not as wonderful as you, cherie. vous êtes parfait. Alors belle," he says between soft kisses to her skin.

Florian feels a little nervous when Adele takes her underwear off. He had never known a woman so beautiful, and he couldn't believe she was as into this as he was. He smiles at her and then moves against her when she wraps her legs around him. He presses against her and moans a little before he lifts his knees and removes his boxers without breaking the grip she has on him with her legs. Already he can feel the warmth between them, and his LSD-led brain throws up wonderful scenarios of how it will feel to be inside her. "You are ready?" he whispers, almost unable to bear the wait any more.