He groaned when I bit his lip and tugged it. Then he got his chance, thrusting his tongue into the well of my mouth.
I moaned to his taste—it seemed familiar, yet still full of surprises. The sweet taste of the wine flooded in our mouths. And if heaven was real, then this was it.
Our tongues tangled together. My fingers grasped his long silky hair as I pulled him closer, pressing my body into his hard one. His bulge was sweet torture. I was completely overwhelmed by the intimacy swirled around us—it was almost unreal.
We were both panting when we broke apart. Skip continued planting kisses on my face, my eyes, my cheeks, my jaw, and down my neck.
“W-we should stop.”
“Make me,” he mumbled in a raspy voice. “Feel that?” he asked shamelessly as he pressed his huge bulge on my lower abdom
