In that moment, all I thought about was him. His fingers in my hair, tangling themselves in my curls, turning into fists as we sank deeper into the oblivion of our desires.
He groaned, my eyes closed, the vibration sending sharp tingles straight to my n*****s. My lips parted with a gasp and his tongue slid in.
Momentarily I wondered, why I ached so much for the man and how badly I craved the caress of his tongue.
When it finally came in contact with mine, my arms tightened around his neck as I pulled him closer, sinking my teeth into his bottom lip until I felt his grip in my hair tighten.
It felt like he intended to pull away, so I held him tighter, melding our lips together like they belonged there, tongue and teeth clashing in a passionate war that left me breathless, aching…
