The moment her tongue slices through my parted lips, a rumble escapes my chest, and she grips the sides of my face, deepening the kiss. I let her control this, partly because I need her to know that it is hers to control, and partly because I’m afraid to let go and kiss her the way I want to. Because the kind of kiss I want to give her will no doubt tell her exactly what I feel for her. I’m not sure I’m ready for that, not yet, and I sure as hell don’t think she is. She will be.
