The initial kisses were soft and sweet like petals pressed lightly to one's lips. But once our bodies came together, chest against chest, his tongue would coerce my own from my mouth and he would walk me to the table as this had been the closest surface to us both. His hands were curved along with my hips as mine pulled at the collar of his shirt as I pulled him deeper into me. A light grin would develop in his kiss and therefore lighten the mood for only a moment as he would retreat from me for what appeared to be indefinite before leaning his forehead against my own.
"Are you tired?" He asked while turning back to face the bed as I carried my touch to his cheeks to direct his focus back to me. Any sense of humor or contentment on his face would sharpen to aroused focus as I shook my he
