That’s it. I meet her the rest of the way. My mouth is ravenous and insistent, licking at the seam of her lips until she sighs and lets me in. Nothing exists except for her. Everything around and between us is wet and hot and impossibly slick. I want to slow down time, stretch the moment just a bit longer. The shape of this woman in my arms, the feel of her, is like no one else before. Noelle wasn’t my first kiss, but I’ll be damned if she’s not my last.
