A string, twisted taunt and that had already begun to fray under the tension, finally snapped inside Metztli when Sam touched him. His eyes closed as her fingers traced heated lines on his jaw. When she leaned forward and placed a feather soft kiss on his lips, he could’ve sworn he was floating, lost among the stars above them. He could taste her, finally, all sweetness and exquisite spice.
He opened her mouth with a lick, begging her for permission to explore. She acquiesced with a whimper. His lips gently searched for unsaid secrets as his arms gathered her in closer and pressed her flushed skin to him. Mouth on mouth, chest to chest, an instinct was dragging him down deeper into her. Candied lips, golden sun hair, long, lithe legs, delicate hands, all pushed up against him. The urge to
