His lips pulled mine apart in slow succession until the edge of his tongue would endorse mine along his own. When I sacrificed my taste to become one with his own, he would adjust us both by lifting me further to the center of the bed until our feet no longer connected to the floor. But as his lift was expected to end and bring his hands back to my face, he would instead adjust my knee into a bend as it remained around his waist. Our eyes would meet within the small breaks for breath, but only for a moment and these passionate French kisses that were more sensual than s****l would continue to play out between us.
Although the tips of his fingers would dig sharply against my thigh and leave an indent of his desire, his body remained rather reserved in the politeness of my novice touch. I
