Finally, her lips parted. He swept his tongue between them, tasting her. God, she was so sweet and fresh. But utterly still. Unmoving. Unbreathing. He paused to sip at her plump lower lip before trying again. He pressed a little deeper this time, swirling his tongue before retreating. The sweet sigh of her breath whispered against his cheek. It was a confession, that sigh. It told him two things. First, she had no earthly idea how to kiss him back. But, secondly? She wanted to. She’d been waiting for this, too.
