Kyle found Sayuri's lips to be perfect for kissing.
It was soft, moist and utterly soft.
He kissed her lower lip several times before licking it and then tilted his head to the other side as he kissed her lips at another angle.
With each kiss, he felt like there was an electricity bolt that ran through them, linking them and affecting him far more than he ever thought possible.
Sayuri didn't protest, so Kyle continued his gentle care of her lips. He found he couldn't get enough of them as he indulged himself thoroughly.
After what seemed like forever, Kyle broke the kiss, leaning back while gulping.
Damn, he had nearly lost it.
Okay, so he did lose it for a while but at least, all he had done was just kissing.
Not even any deep kissing either and his hands had remained gripping the railing beside him.
Still, he had been kissing a friend.
A good friend.
