“Say that you that me.”
“I hate you, Dylan. I hate you,” she pants, and then my mouth mercilessly strikes down on hers.
She freezes and tries to pull her mouth away, but I won’t let her. My one hand runs up from her waist to her chin to keep her in place and I go on kissing her wildly. The last time I wanted to kiss a girl was when I was a schoolie, I have never felt the drive since then. Now that Amina is here between my hands, I want her so much it’s tearing me apart, I’m unable to stop. At first, she squeezes her lips together, but I bite, lick, kiss until she opens them with a submissive sigh. I don’t hesitate for a moment my tongue goes in and takes possession of it. I press against it roughly and recklessly, but I am so taken with this new feeling that is more intense than anything
