pte

g any word and kept staring into her short black hair. Then, all of a sudden, h

first time he could hear her sweet, soft

nd took a deep breath of her. He kept smelling her shampo

if he wanted to fill himself with hai

t into her belly button, and pressed powerf

d the hot skin burning behind her, and

his fingertips and opened the curtain of her hair to her neck. Her

g, biting and smelling deeply,

on her soft skin, to caress and tickle her pr

e…” she whisp

red fiercely, “Or I wil

as ordered. Then, he turned her face towards him and cupped her

heeks and-lastly, her delicious lips. The lips that were calling: "Kiss me!", filled with lust and se

him, and he could not just fight the spell of the tricky li

shed his lips on hers wildly. His arm clutched at her back, bringing her closer to his b

nferno inside their little mouths, and his to

er mouth to hug hers and ask it for a dance. It moved craz

h of tickle in her mouth, that seemed dominating and defeating her, leaving her we

oment to last for forever. Just both of them to

took control of her entire being and played shadows and echoes on her senses, warping shapes and sou

g, the surging tide of warmth that left her limp. He bent his head back across his arm, inclined hi

dizzy, swaying world. His insistent mouth was parting her shaking lips, sending wild tremors along her nerves, pourin

He did not know what would be next. How would she react? Would sh

er, to hug her, to have her as his wife and queen, and to confess his true feelings

ch other and stared into her face before he mumbled

ture rising into her face, head, hands and ears, as if

Am I in heaven?” he thought. His heart drummed against his chest as he looked at her and remembered their momen

ice was faint and cracked. She f

hrough his mouth, as if he was drowning “Please… U… Understand me…