76| Make Up (Matthew)

Our lips met with the same amount of passion and need. Emma gripped onto my suit jacket and held on tightly as one of my hands went to her neck, the other wrapping around her waist and pulling her in as we deepened the kiss.

Our tongues fought for dominance for only a second until Emma gave herself to me, relishing the moment together that has been a long time coming. I couldn’t help myself with her, I entirely took control. I needed her. It wasn’t a want, it was a necessity.

My thirst for her had been at an all-time high. It was as if I had been wandering a desert for weeks without a drink and Emma was a tall, cool glass of water - I couldn’t get enough of her. By the time that we parted from the kiss, we were both panting for breath and our lips had gone pale.

We chuckled at ourselves and how hard we went at the kiss for a moment, but I kept my arms around her and she kept her hands on my chest, attempting to smooth out the part of my jacket that she had be