He into my eyes deeply.
"My babe, you shouldn't look like this and say things like that too," His lips push to mine, his tongue seeking entry, encouraging my lips to part and accept him into my mouth.
Slowly the warmness of him dispels my nervous and I've forgotten everything at once as he claims me, but he didn't let his hand to touch me. Because both of us could melt immediate into each other before our wedding vows. Both of us sweeping tongues are the only contact between us, but it's has consuming all our attachement.
Even just a kiss, my senses are saturated, my mind scrambled, and my body desperately begging for him. But he just maintains his slow pace and fluid movements of his tongue, withdrawing occasionally to tease my lips, before he invading it back into mine.
Then I hum at his exquisite pace, the inevitable bang dropping between my thighs as he worships me delicately.
