I mold our lips together and mess up the color. She moans into my mouth as I deepen the kiss. I snake my hand under her top and run the tips over the lace of her bra. Her moan is heavier this time. A second later my hand is beneath the material and I cup her breast and pluck her nipple between two fingers. The soft tip goes hard as I tease it back and forth. Until this moment, I had no idea how much I've needed to feel her body against mine. The only problem is-I need more.
I sit up straight and tear my lips from hers. "What?" she asks on a sigh. I turn her and partially lift so she can straddle my hips facing me.
I rub the lipstick smudge from the corner of her mouth. She lifts her fingers and does the same to my lips. I smile because I must look like a complete idiot with her lipstick smeared on my mouth. I don't give a fuck. As fast as she can put the stuff on, I can kiss it off.
"What?" she asks again breathlessly.
"You." I cup her chin. "Your lips do mad things to me."
