He added his hands firmly round my waist and clutched me tightly against him. His lips parted and his tongue brushed mine. I made a noise at the sensation, at the taste of him and eagerly sought him again. Through the mental fog of feeling my lips go in opposition to his and my fingers locking into his thick hair, I used to be vaguely aware that we have been moving. He was once pulling me slowly forward. I did not know the place or why and I did not care, as long as he didn't stop touching me. I felt him bump in opposition to something strong and took the possibility to press him again into it, pushing myself as close to him as bodily possible. His breath quickened alongside with mine, and he groaned as he pulled me in opposition to him.
His fingers slipped beneath my shirt to take hold o
