"I-I do want to," Otti interrupted me, her cheeks turning pink.
Fu.ck, why does she have to be so damn adorable?
"I-I'm just... a bit nervous. I'm not really sure where to start," she admitted.
My smile grew, and I clicked my tongue to try and hide it.
"Well, you seem to lose yourself a bit when we make-out." I said, teasingly. "Plus, I'm always upset that I had to wash your marks away."
Otti just stared at me for a moment.
"And if you feel like stopping at any time, then-"
My words were cut off by Otti smashing her lips to mine. I chuckled against her lips before kissing her back. My tongue easily slipped into Otti's mouth. She started kissing me more desperately, making me giddy.
Is Otti always like this when I kiss her? I'm usually too lost myself to notice how eager she is. Too
