Understanding

I get on my tiptoes and bring his face down until we meet in the middle, and I can kiss him.

Cain was expecting it, I think, because the second my lips are on his, he takes control of the situation as of he’s been waiting for this his whole life.

He sucks on my bottom lip as if he's sucking on a lollipop and groans while his hands go down my waist to my hips, then my ass.

I gasp when he squeezes it, and he takes advantage of that to slip his tongue inside of me. He’s so aggressive and hard, I have no other choice but to grab onto his shoulders and take it.

I'm getting overwhelmed.

I can't believe this is happening. I can't believe is Cain who’s devouring my mouth and touching me all over like this. Just two days ago he was my dearest friend, and now he's doing this? Oh, god.

I love it.

I love the way his lips are so plump, the way he tastes like peppermint and the way he carries me by the waist as if I weigh nothing. Before I know it, I'm going down on a couch and he's getting on