My hands move up to cradle his jawline, muscular and defined, although spiky, with a five o’clock shadow as I kiss him back. That rough grate against my skin, his face against mine, feels highly erotic. I move in to make it more passionate and use my tongue to trace his as I get lost in pressing us together as close as is humanly possible. That soft stomach-fluttering slide of his against mine. Our mouths locked as he kisses the sense right out of me with a practised technique.

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