His kisses were like fire to my skin, it burnt me and I loved it, I wanted to be burnt, hard, I wouldn't even mind a third degree burn
We just entered the room not more than three minutes ago and I already wanted him badly, we had just started and I already wanted him inside me, I wanted him to fill me now and I wanted it to be fast but he has other things on him mind I guess, because he was slow, so slow, like he's making love instead of having sex
It made my insides warmer, he wants to make love with me. I broke the kiss we were having and looked into his eyes with a very bright smile which I hoped would show my emotions more than my words ever could
"Hey" I whispered, my breaths fanning his face
"Yeah?" he whispered back with a smile of his own
"What are you doing?" I asked teasingly still smiling
"Kissing you" he said with a caress on face before looking me in the eye "slowly"
