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We stared at each other for a while. My breathing is too heavy. I'm not doing anything, but I feel like I'm losing my oxygen. I seemed to be drowning in his warm gaze. I was expecting him to move fast, would suddenly attack me, instead he moved slow. It was as if I were being ridiculed and running out of patience. 

I was about to protest, it was like he suddenly had the effect of slow motion. He was so slow moving closer to me. A smirk is plastered on his lips.

His both hands are on my waist, my legs are also slightly open and he is in the middle of me. When our lips were inches apart, I cut the distance of our lips. I groaned with satisfaction when our lips met. Automatically one of my handd clung to his shirt. I grasp it and pulled him closer. My other hand is on his nape, slightly pulling his hair.

The slower he approached me earlier, the faster his movements are now. He bit my lowerlip and his tongue immediately entered my mouth when he had the ch