When my lips touch hers, a trembling sigh pushes past her lips as she winds her fingers tightly into the fabric of my shirt. Her lips move against mine, soft and sweet, hesitant at first. But when I slide my hands along her jaw, holding her in my palms, her lips part, and I sweep my tongue through her waiting lips, tasting her for the very first time. It’s fucking indescribable. The sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.
