Kiss me 2.1
I hold my breath, unable to think of anything but this contact.
Our breaths mingle again, staccato. My hand glides to his neck, then into his hair. My fingers cling there, draw him even closer. His warmth invades me, his scent, his presence. Everything is more intense, more absolute, as if the rest of the world were fading around us.
He dives back onto my lips. The kiss becomes deeper, more demanding, without losing that controlled slowness that drives me crazy. He explores, presses, holds back. I feel like I'm dissolving entirely in this contact.