One hand that held my jaw was now moving down my throat. A firm grip and slight squeeze; so many emotions were rushing through my body, I thought I would crash from the height, but it only got stronger.
Our tongues grazed each other, occasionally dipping into one another’s mouth. My brain didn’t know what to focus on: the hand that was alternating between my neck and jaw, his thumb that was gliding over my bottom lip that my tongue brushed against, the other hand that was feeling every inch of my side.
His warm hands suddenly cupped underneath my back, sliding up and down. Then I slid up and down over my breasts, around my back, and down to my hips. Almost as if he was testing the waters, he slowly caressed and dwindled his fingers until he found the perfect grasp on my rump.
His hand
