"You are so slow, White. I already f*****g love you." With that, he slammed his lips to mine making me catch my breath.
As shocked as I am, I don't want to dwell on it. I miss him so much. His hungry kisses, his touches and his hands who can't seem to stop wandering anywhere in my body.
He grabbed my hair and pulled it down so my head arched towards him even more. He swiped his tongue inside my mouth meeting my tongue.
The way he ravished my mouth made no time for me to be surprised. It felt like he didn't want me to have a choice or to stop and think about it. He wanted me directly to respond. He wanted me to feel his desperation. He indeed didn't fail to convey that.
My hand fisted his shirt. It crumpled against my hold. I didn't notice I was holding it so hard that the buttons flew.
