“W-what?” she breathed, the red in her cheeks spreading.
She didn’t look so daring anymore. That was thrilling to see.
“I asked,” I whispered as I caressed her cheek, “if you want to be tongue fucked.”
Her chest was heaving now, her breath harsh. Her mouth opened and then closed. She tried again. “Yes.”
She grabbed my hair, tilted my head, and slammed her lips on mine.
I groaned into her mouth as I responded immediately, kissing her roughly. Her hands waved their way deeper into my hair, and I deepened the kiss. I kissed her until I ran out of breath, and we were both breathless. I kissed her until her hands tightened in my hair to the point of pain. And I didn't stop. I kissed her until she hit my chest, and that was when I broke the kiss.
She gasped when I pulled away, her lips
