Date Nights

She opened her eyes to live her dream. There he was. Sleeping peacefully. But still causing her trouble. Making her insides curl. Causing her heart to lose control and driving her senses crazy. Her lips pulled up in a smile as her hand reached for his face. She let her index finger run along the length of his handsome face. The pad of her finger skimming along with his forehead, aristocratic nose, pink lips, sharp jawline. Her finger trailed back to his lips. The lips she had tasted countless times but still hadn't gotten enough of it. The feel of his lips against the pad of her finger fired up her thirst once again. She wanted a taste of it. And so she went for it.

She dragged her lips up and, ever so slowly, placed them on his. Her tongue slid across the length of his lips, wetting them with her saliva. They felt soft and rough both at the same time. Her white sharp teeth nipped lightly on his pink lower lip as she didn't want to wake him up. Her lips darted out again and sli