Pierre did not know what pushed him to, all he knew was that he had to kiss her.
Perhaps after he kissed her, he was going to receive a heavy slap from her, but he just had to kiss her.
After he had touched her lips with his, he looked at her and saw she was quiet. It was written all over her face that she wanted more.
“Would you want me to kiss you again?” He took the risk of asking.
She nodded like an innocent child and he smiled.
He pulled her chin and kissed her again, letting his tongue into her mouth and enjoying ever savory taste of it. She was sweet and she tasted of honeys.
Then he put his hands over her back and massaged it carefully as he let his tongue roll in perfect movements inside her mouth.
“Have you ever been kissed before?” He asked her in between kisses.
“No.
