That wasn’t the plan. But I give in to his kiss, relieved to see him bust my game, but frustrated to have not been able to resist him. Austin runs his fingers through my hair, while his tongue caresses mine.
My lips are still locked in his, to my great delight. I feel his desire, his cologne, his skin… And I’m losing my footing in an ocean of desire. I feel like I’m one with him. There, in front of our so very romantic table, Austin reminds me once again that he’s an expert in thrills.
His fingers slide along my bustier and rise feverishly to my breasts, my neck… and again my hair. He pulls my head back slightly, with a softness imbued with firmness. And I can only melt again.
Our kiss is endless, and yet I feel like it’s only just begun! I am now all fire and flame. And I know
