June’s POV
Hank leaned his face closer to mine, his lips a mere hair width away. With his aroma and his open honesty, I was taken. Sparrow was taken as well, begging me the whole time to let her taste Hank and Gypsum; consume their essences and savor their body. “H—Hank…” I whispered, leaning the rest of the way in and capturing his mouth with my own.
His lips were supple and firm, willing mine to part for him. When I did, his tongue darted into my mouth to tangle with my own. The feel of it was seductive and inviting, the soft yet sandpaper texture of it wrapping around my own and teasing me into a gasp, Hank leaning forward all the way then and grabbing just under my chin to capture me completely. He danced his supple and naughty tongue all around my mouth, leaving no corner untouched.
