Raphael
Her taste was still on my lips, sweet and tart. Like her. She was like an exotic fruit which I couldn’t get enough of. I could kiss her for hours and still not get tired. Kissing her was like teaching her and learning something new myself at the same time. It was addicting. Even now as I looked at her I wanted to haul her across the table on my lap and take those lips once again.
She sat there composed and aloof, like she hadn’t been moaning and whimpering while she kissed me back, like her fingers weren’t clutching at me and her nails weren’t digging into my flesh as she had lost herself in the kiss. But no one would believe that as she sat there like an ice queen. Composed and cold. She’d give a run for money to the kind and queen herself.
“Are you going to tell me now, what w
