His lips on my neck felt like heaven... just like they always did.
But this time, they felt a bit differently, a bit sweeter, a bit softer. And that softness and sweetness stroked parts of me that I never knew existed before meeting him.
He laid those soft whispers of kisses all over my neck and upper chest as my hands sunk into his hair. I was gripping his scalp, massaging it with my fingertips and scraping my nails every here and there. As his lips moved lower and reached the tops of my breasts, the need in me started to grow and I got impatient. My hands got rougher as I dragged him up to my lips by his hair. To no surprise, he went vigilantly and my legs moved to wrap around him.
His reaction to my eagerness was a little chuckle, but he said nothing. Without a word, his hands moved
