(Mature Content Ahead!!!)
With hunger pulsing in his veins, Zeenare pressed his lips on Rhea as his tongue gently asked for entrance. She parted her lips, giving him access, and his tongue slipped into her mouth, thrusting against hers.
The throbbing in her head cleared at the contact of his lips, her heart rising at the feeling of his touch. Her hands wrapped around his neck, stroking his soft, wavy hair.
Zeenare swirled his tongue within hers, savouring her every taste, but the hunger boiling in his blood wasn't satisfied, not even close. His hand slid behind her neck, pulling her closer, his other hand curling possessively around her waist.
That same hand drifted lower, gliding along her side until it reached her thigh. Rhea's knees inched together instinctively, but when his touch grazed her skin, a soft, involuntary moan slipped past her lips. Her hips lifted slightly to meet him, welcoming her need.
Why is it that every time he touches me, I forget how to breathe?
