My lips move against his softly, but he doesn’t part his. Not even for an inch. It’s like I’m kissing a rock, and even that would be easier. But I can’t complain if this is the last moment of my life. I’ve already come to terms with death. Eros might snap my neck anytime now.
I move my hands to cup his cheek before that happens. But instead, I am suddenly surprised as his face relaxes under my touch and his lips soften. He wraps his arms around my waist, holding me close to his rock-hard body, as he suddenly sits up, finally giving in.
His tongue finds his way inside my mouth, and I savour the taste of him, bringing his head even closer to mine. This isn’t what I expected at all, but I can’t say I’m complaining. Then suddenly, I fall on my back as Eros pushes me away and stands up
