Jasmine
He peppers soft kisses on my face, placing me gently on the bed. My heartbeat skyrockets as I weave my fingers in his hair while he captures my lips again, kissing me passionately. It feels as if we are being intimate after ages. My mind being elsewhere always ruins the moment. Letting all the baggage go is freeing.
He breathily moulds his lips against mine, kissing me sensually before he penetrates my mouth with his warm tongue, making me feel tingly all over. I moan when he tugs my hair and kisses me deeper. We fight for dominance as we lick, caress, and stroke every spot until we get breathless. There is a different kind of urgency in our movements to touch each other's deepest parts. To mould ourselves into one being.
He tries to thrust his tongue deeper, getting eager and
