Emily pov

　　Benson Doorson had the sweetest and softest lips I had ever kissed. Benson's arms wrapped around my waist as his mouth and tongue met mine. My hands found their way to his face and neck. Because Benson was taller than me, I had to raise myself a bit, standing on tiptoes. With that, Benson supported me by holding my waist. His touch was firm. The warmth of his nearly bare body against mine stirred my senses. Our tongues play with each other, like a perfect dance ...