““I’ve wanted you from the minute I saw you.” I put my hands flat on his chest, getting used to the idea of him as a physical, solid presence. I was going to enjoy this one night. “You made a crack about it being my first time.” “I wanted to bend you over the table.” He kissed me with a pop. “Yank your skirt up.” Another kiss. “And stick my fingers in you to see if you were wet.” “I was.” “Good.” He gave me his tongue, guided me with his lips, possessed me with his mouth. FILE UNDER: Kissing. SUBFOLDER: New benchmark.””
