His lips are so soft as he started moving against mine. For a certain reason, I couldn’t stop myself from kissing back.
His hand is on my face, caressing it so carefully like a fragile glass. I was only kidding when I told him I don’t remember what happened that night. How could I even forget something that has been bothering me for so long?
He deepened the kiss, pushing me back a little. His hand traveled to my hair, pulling it back carefully, making me gasp.
He took that chance to delve his tongue inside my mouth, lining my small cavern, owning it like no one ever did.
He kisses so good. How could I even forget all these now?
He bit my lower lip and I moaned against his mouth. He broke away and looked deep into my eyes. His stare is dizzying, like I could fall on my back on the bed
