Natalia
I've kissed boys before. Maybe even a few could technically be called men, but none had ever compared to the kiss Daniel planted on me this morning in his kitchen. We were in his car now, headed to Quinn's apartment. He drove a dark matte black muscle car that was loud and fast. I could feel the rumble of the engine in my bottom and the lust that never died away when I was near him flared to life in my body, as if the car was an extension of Daniels' hands on me earlier.
I should have been focused on what I had to do today, but my thoughts were back in the kitchen. Daniel had rubbed the center of his palms over my n*****s and the friction was so delicious. His tongue delved into my mouth as he explored my lips for the first time. I remember moaning for him, the combined sensation
