The minute Charlie called her, Shirley had guessed what was going to happen today.
However, when her lips were full of his breath, she was still in shock.
Her heart began to thump and her hands cupped over his chest.
His breath was both familiar and strange to her.
She was a little afraid of his coldness, but the faint scent of lemon from him was really good.
His gentle kiss fell on her face and neck and returned to her lips at last.
Breathing in the faint scent of tobacco, he expertly parted her teeth with the tip of his tongue and traveled in it.
Her tongue was wet and sticky with the sweetness of spring and the milky flavor of a baby, which trapped him.
Her hands could not help going down his chest and slowly wrapping her arms around his waist. It was so gentle and warm that wav
