It was very slow at first, careful, superficial brushing that moved up and down by a few millimeters. The skin-to-skin friction was terrifying. I felt her warm breath release with arrested force, as if she had been holding it since the beginning of the kiss. Relief. A "finally". A "I missed this place." At the same time, his thumb caressed my jaw patiently enough, inviting me to open it up for him.
In my head, it just kept repeating: “No, please let me go, because I don't even have the f*****g courage to push you myself. I want to hate you. I need to hate you."
I thought it would work... until he made a master's play. He took a light bite of my lower lip and dragged his teeth slowly to release it. He immediately pressed them again and gently sucked on them. It left a wet trail that cause
