His mouth tasted of peppermint. Luscious and invigorating, alluring and fresh. How appropriate, I thought, since the flavor summed up exactly my feelings about tasting a man’s lips for the first time in my life. I kissed him back, my enthusiasm showing by the way that I thrust my tongue deep into his mouth. I wanted to experience more of that seductive flavor, more of him. I needed to savor every moment of the kiss, taking full advantage of the wild situation and my newfound enlightenment regarding my soul’s most primal desires.
I delighted in the moist warmth of his tongue, and shivered as his facial stubble ran rough against my upper lip. He crushed his groin against mine, solid bulge to solid bulge, rocketing chills of joy throughout my entire body. His hands roamed up and down my back
