Sienna Koch
He pressed my back into the mattress, and instead of feeling threatened, uncomfortable, or in danger, I felt safe.
His lips were tender, firm stoker over mine. Instead of pushing him away, my arms wrapped around his neck, and I braced myself using his own body to anchor me. The fine hairs behind his neck, silky and enticing. His scent, a mix of his cologne and something manly, him. It was intoxicating.
He softly bit my lower lip, and I arched my back and gasped. He deepened the kiss, his tongue landing across mine with soft erotic strokes that made my mind haze and my body feel ablaze. The movie was long forgotten, but this was much, much better. I had no idea how wonderful intimacy could be. I was raised to fear it, to see it as a duty, and somehow right now, pinned betw
