As our mouths dance in sync, a voice in my head screams for me to stop it, but another voice urges me to relish the moment and enjoy it while it lasts. I know I've wanted his lips on mine for so long after our first encounter. I wonder how I've survived being in the same house with this sinfully handsome man without misbehaving.
With a satisfying smile, I draw his head closer, deepening the kiss. He smiles between the kisses, and at one point, the kiss becomes intoxicating.
He exerts dominance, and I allow him to take over as he roams my mouth with his lips, kissing me with so much strength.
In the intensity of the moment, I feel like I'm losing myself to him. The kiss is passionate and all-consuming, leaving me breathless and wanting more. I know I should stop, but I can't help myself. I'm trapped in the desire and lust building between us.
I love every bit of it as sparks are ignited, flying around everywhere his hand touches. This is an experience, one I didn't want to go away in haste. We draw apart for some time, trying to gather some air. My heart is pounding in my ribcage like it's going to burst in a minute.
I look into his blue eyes, and I can tell they're a darker blue because they're clouded with lust. "Come here," he says. With my wobbly legs that feel weak from the kiss, I make my way to him and almost fall, but he catches me.
His arms wrap around me, holding me close as we gaze into each other's eyes.
He brings me into his embrace, and I rest my head on his chest. His heart is beating fast too - I can tell at this minute that the feeling is mutual.