I don’t know how long we kept kissing. We left the room and we made out in his car. He drove to the lake and made out there.
I wanted to slap myself because I couldn’t stop. I don’t know if it’s the pay or his lips that’s making me a slave to his kisses…but boy, his lips seem to be masters in kissing. And I can’t will myself to stop f*****g kissing him.
It’s as if I am under some special spell that I couldn’t find my way out. I am surrounded. I am trapped under his mercy.
“You kiss so f*****g good,” he mumbled against my lips as he pulled me and made me straddle him while we’re sitting on a rock—that same rock when he first kissed me.
My arms seem to automatically sling themselves around his neck while his hands are caressing my back.
He slid his tongue inside my mouth making me
