His body relaxes as he moves into my kiss once more, his back flat to a closed and shuttered window, his hands back on my face as he takes a little control and runs his tongue along my bottom lip before sucking it in and kissing me senseless.

I’m a little bit erratic and crazy, pawing at him and scratching him up to feel this. It’s not working. I feel guilty that I may be hurting him, even though he seems very into it, and normally I have no qualms about assaulting the shit out of ...