Moulding his warm, soft mouth to mine gently, making me incapable of any thought.

I should have stopped him. I don’t know why I didn’t. I genuinely am a complete idiot sometimes.

It’s not a full-on snog or a kiss that requires a response, a soft pressing together to render me mute, delivering a very effective stomach of butterflies and skin erupting orgasm of sensations before he pulls back again. Still staying close enough to graze his nose against mine in a cocky way. ...