His lips seem to conquer mine before his tongue glides against my own, and then I’m utterly lost, my hands curling on his chest as we kiss. And kiss. And kiss. I lose all track of time. The world ceases to exist outside of his mouth, or of the feel of his body under my palms. With every slant of his mouth over mine, I’m a little more aroused, and a little bolder. I slide one hand to his cock and curl my fingers around it.
