It was his turn to lean forward as he caught my lips in a kiss. He held my head between his hands as he parted my lips to receive his invading tongue. New discovered facts: my fiancé loved kissing with his tongue and I think I like it more than he does.
We breathed the same air as our bodies pressed against each so close I could feel that firmness of his smooth toned body. He might be king but alas he has enough time to work out to have such a body.
My hands could not remain on the side when one of his hands left my face to my waist seeking entry under my shirt. My hands held his waist as I copied his hand movements.
I must be more desperate because my hand touched his bare skin so smooth and warm. His palm felt rough against my skin as they gripped my waist under my shirt and squeezed gently making me moan into our kiss.
