I eliminate any space between us until she’s sitting on me, causing heat to build at the base of my spine. Harder than a rock, I try to keep her at a safe distance, so I don’t freak her out. Her fingers bury into my hair, tugging it as her tongue moves against mine. She’s devouring me, and I’m letting her. Hungrily, we swallow each sigh we drop, and I’m getting fucking harder. Especially when she brackets her hips at my waist. I can feel her smile against my mouth. And then… butterflies. I have fucking butterflies while kissing someone. What the fuck is wrong with me?
