Tension Rising

The chaste peck on the lips created sparks between us. I'd never had this feeling when I kissed other guys.

It felt like I had found a piece of me that I didn't know I had been missing. Just one quick peck, and the aching black hole that my father left when he died was a tad smaller. 

I uncrossed my arms and put my hands on his face pulling him down towards me. He looked surprised, but didn't wait to kiss me back. I closed my eyes and enjoyed every single sensation. Soon his hands are on my waist bringing our bodies as close together as they could be.

His tongue massaged mine and quickly knocked out every other make-out session I've ever had. He definitely knew what to do. I followed his lead, copying it's every move his tongue made. That made him groan. I smiled knowing that I had made him groan. My body seemed to have a mind of it's own when he did that. I started to grind on him. He pushed a leg between my thighs. He was tall and strong. His thigh did