He doesn’t resist when I bring his mouth back to mine, but I feel a hitch in his breathing when our lips meet. He wavers for only a moment before I feel the tip of his tongue teasing the seam of my mouth; I open for him, gladly, and he makes a small, needful noise as he kisses me deeper. Holy shit, the man can kiss, is my last coherent thought before all of my brain cells are kissed to death.
