A kiss couldn’t just be a kiss. It ended up with him inside her, every time, and she found it mind-blowing that he kissed her clit the same way he did her lips. He didn’t play with it. He didn’t approach it like he was afraid of it, he kissed that kitty with aggression, with wanting, and Alani was desperate to have him between her thighs. They lost time, as they hid there like two, lovesick teenagers, groping one another. She couldn’t ever recall kissing anyone like this…or even enjoying it enough to allow it to last so long.
