Princess Treatment

I was lying beneath him as his body hovered over me, his hand was sliding slowly and deliberately up my thigh, and his fingers dragging heat across my skin there, very carefully. Then he moved closer.

His mouth crashed down on mine, hard and so fast, they forced my lips apart immediately. The kiss was raw and filthy, with wet slides of tongue against tongue, and so disorganized that our teeth were clashing, and his breath were like he was stealing them straight from my lungs.

I kissed him back as if I was drowning too. My hands flew to his shoulders, and I held him even much closer as our mouths moved together in that crazy slick and desperate rhythm, with hungry smacks, obscene suction, and the wet click of lips parting and sealing again.

The quiet room was filled with wet and greedy sounds of our lips smacking loudly, and my sharp little gasps when he pulled back just long enough to let me breathe.

He kissed me like he had been starved for years, like he wanted to devour me whole.