Steps on how to lose your V-card- I’m not certain that Soren and I are fake dating anymore...
Our kiss is a clash of teeth when our mouth meets. It’s rough, edgy, careless, angry.
But slowly, Soren takes the fold of my hair into his hand and redirects the kiss, molding it into something more tamed, yet so e.rotic.
His lips move against my lower lip, teeth coaxing my mouth to open. I try not to pant as I part my lips for him, overcome by so much carnal, obscene emotions. Suddenly, I don’t feel cold anymore. I’m warm- no- hot and bothered, clutching to him like my life depends on it. Grunting softly, Soren slides his tongue into my mouth, licking into the interior and cajoling my own tongue to tangle with his.
My answer is a yes and the tip of my tongue shyly seeks his own out. The way
