Kiss me 2.1
His lips tremble almost imperceptibly, and I know he is trying to control the turmoil within him, but he is already caught.
I step forward, slowly, each step an invisible caress rekindling the fire within him. Without a word, I draw him to me and kiss him. The kiss is long, deep, a tension blending softness and command. I feel his resistance crack, his hands brush against mine, first hesitantly, then with that contained urgency he has tried to suppress for two weeks.