If there were fireworks before then now I just about exploded. His lips crushed mine and I moaned at the feel of his velvety lips. His tongue brushed my lower lip and I opened my mouth gladly for him eager to taste him. His tongue darted inside my mouth and soon my own tongue met his as we devoured each other. He pulled me close to him in a bone-crushing embrace which I welcomed. Every part of my body was throbbing with a foreign kind of need, one that I'd never felt before. He bit my lip and that made me pull at his hair. We were losing control fast and he soon was on his feet, picking me up with him, sweeping me off the ground, his mouth never leaving mine.
His taste was exotic and simply out of this world. I kissed him back harder and harder still and he grunted in pleasure. The amoun
