His fingers slowly began to run the length of the backs of my thighs until finally disappearing beneath the fabric of my crimson skirt. He would remain careful from projecting too much desire too quickly, and would recant his touch the moment he would reach the divot of my leg that would meet the curvature of my ass, before finalizing his touch to my hips. By now, I had come to feel his breath as one with my own while I allowed my body to contour to his own as my fingers came to rest on his shoulders for stability. As the kiss would deepen from that of passionate pecks to the beginning of a French kiss slowly coerced into a tango of the tongues, I would lift one of my knees onto the current bench that supported him as the other would remain as my root to the floor.
Upon pulling away duri
