His palm was warm and so large, so right as it gently but firmly held my head still for his tongue and lips to assault mine. Down the rabbit hole I fell, twirling and internally screaming as my wildest imaginations became a reality. He was spearmint and heat, unyielding and exploratory. Control oozed from his every rough breath, his touch, and in the mating of our mouths. His tongue plunged and stroked, his teeth clamped and dragged, and my heart became a savage beast as I clung to him with the hope of this never ending.
