*Leah*
His voice is raspy, like that of a man lost in the desert who has gone years without water. My mouth suddenly feels dry as well. I barely nod, yet he notes it and slowly lowers his lips to mine.
A gentleness accompanies his actions, as though he fears breaking me or perhaps he senses that he is the first to ever take such liberties and seeks to ease me into it.
On my waist, his fingers jerk before closing more firmly around me. His other hand leaves my cheek, and his arm circles me, pressing me steadfastly along the length of him until my breasts are flattened against his chest.
To my astonishment, his mouth opens slightly, and his tongue laps at my lips before urging them to part. Then his tongue is stroking mine, over and under, rough and silky. With a deep groan, he takes th
