Lowering his head, the man kissed those luscious cherry-red lips, which were as soft and sweet as cotton candy.
He carefully savored this delightful experience, little by little.
Like morning dew kissing a petal, tenderly and with a hint of hesitation, their lips pressed tightly together.
Touching, turning, and then as the tip of his tongue delved in, a fierce chase and entanglement began.
He raised a hand to hold the back of her head, while the other wrapped around the girl's slender waist, pulling her closer to him.
The quiet space allowed their hormones to spread recklessly between them.
Their entanglement gradually became even more frenzied.
Unable to resist, he hugged her tighter, not enough, he wanted her even closer.
He wished he could meld her into his bones and blood.
Not allowing her any possibility of leaving him.
The girl in his arms had misty eyes, a blush on her face, and beads of sweat forming on her nose tip.
