Beauty In The Boy's Dorm
His tongue traced the edge lightly, and I jolted, a quiet gasp slipping out because it tickled.
“Is this your first kiss?” he asked.
I nodded quickly.
“Speak to me,” he whispered again, his breath warm against my ear.
“Y-Yes,” I finally managed, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Even better,” he said softly. “Then let me teach you how to do it properly.” His tone was patient, almost teasing. “Just copy what I do, understand?”
My face burned hotter, but I nodded anyway.
“Now open your mouth,” he urged gently, his thumb brushing against my lower lip. “A little wider…”