Rosalie
His lips were soft when they touched mine. The little pout he made before he kissed me was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. His lips continued to peck mine, tasting the last bit of my vanilla Chapstick. After a few pecks, he began to lick the bottom of my lip, lingering longer the longer as I waited to respond. His lips parted, and mine followed close behind before he ever so gently inserted his tongue into my mouth.
He tasted like orange creamsicles. So fresh and warm, inviting even. He caressed my tongue with his until a slight rumble from his chest. My hands continued to stay on his chest while he teased me with more of his kisses. He trailed his mouth to my cheek, leaving small kisses in its wake. He traced his mouth down to my neck, and I let out a small moan I didn't know
