From the North Mountain Joel, asked the woman, “Will you be my Luna?”
“Yes,” she responded completely lost on his eyes. In the darkness of the cave, the woman leaned into his muscled body, lifted her lips, and wound her arms around his broad shoulders. She could feel his manly stubble tingled against her face. At the point, their mouths gradually opened, and they permitted their tongues to slide against each other, the woman was cradled by a strong emotion deep down in her core. She wanted to remain here in this cave locked into this kiss, forever.
Joel's kiss was lazy and teasing and performed as an apparent remembrance to the woman of the control that he had lately exerted over her restless, shivering body. At first, his tongue flickered and enticing her across her lips, never providin
