Warmth blossomed in Beatrix chest, sparks igniting as Paxton leaned in close, lips brushing together, with passion, for the first time. The smell of her perfume, of the soft, peachy scent of her conditioner, was dizzying, butterflies dancing in her stomach. But warmth consumed her as she leaned into the kiss, Paxton's lips were impossibly soft against her own making her feel cozy.
~Beatrix POV~
His lips were warm and soft and they parted slightly, allowing my tongue to slip inside.
Our bodies pressed together heatedly against the couch, breathing heavily as our lips pressed together. I could feel his hands caressing my thighs which sat on his laps as I could also taste our shared breath, feel the thud of our combined heartbeat as we fumbled to take off one another’s clothes.
"Should we stop?" Paxton's voice echoed as he struggled to balance his breath.
"No Paxton" I said still consumed in the heat of the moment. I didn't want him to stop, my body longed so badly for his and I praye
