Oz
God, her lips were soft. Unbelievably so. I sank into her, crushing her down under me, and captured her face between my hands to hold her still. Not that I needed to. She was the one who had kissed me. Laura wanted this, she wanted me, and I was more than ok with that. In fact, I was ecstatic
Sighing happily, I traced the seam of her lips with mine. They opened, the tip of her tongue coming up to tentatively touch mine. And it was like an explosion happened inside me. Groaning, I plundered her mouth with mine, exploring. She met every swipe of my tongue with one of her own. Our breathing was hot and laboured as we gave into the temptation of each other.
She pulled back slightly, her lips puffy and swollen. “Oz.”
She liked saying my name, and I liked her saying it just as much, espe
