The kiss starts out slow, gentle with my uncertainty, her body frigid with her unease. When her hands move to my shoulders, I know she’s not going to push me away. My tongue skirts out, craving to taste her. She opens, slightly awkward in her movements, so I take charge of the kiss and own her fucking mouth. “Open,” I order, my lips still pressed to hers. She obeys, opening and allowing my tongue the entrance it’s searching for.
