His lips are much softer than I had anticipated, and they caress my own with a certain gentleness that I didn’t know he possessed. He tastes like mouthwash and a hint of something else, something stronger that resembles what was in his cup from earlier. Both his hands come up to cup my face and even though I am on the tips of my toes, he has to bend down significantly to reach me.
His tongue softly nudges against my lips and a little squeal leaves my mouth from the surprise. He chuckles deeply before pulling away just enough that our lips are apart but with every breath, they touch ever so slightly. He’s panting as hard as I am, if not harder and the only thing I can hear is the blood rushing through my ears.
A small smile is playing on his lips and I have to stop myself from going in
