Amber Mikelson
I had no damn idea that this will happen but when his rough hands cupped my cheeks, my breath grew shallow and I knew what would follow. My eyes closed since I was overwhelmed at his intimacy.
And then his lips touched mine. If touching him was electric, this was fire, red hot fire and I was burning in it. His kiss was rough like his personality and there was something desperate about it. But I didn’t mind, instead I allowed myself to burn as I responded with equal fervour.
All this while my fingers tightly clutched to the front of his shirt as if he was another part of a dream which might break if I let him go. And it came as a pleasant surprise that I didn’t want him to go, to stop holding me, stop kissing me. I had no idea I wanted to kiss him this much.
His kiss deep
