Lavender's viewpoint
Rominic tugged at my hair and smiled on my lips when I moaned into his mouth. I knew he was trying not to push his luck by touching my body, so my hair was just fine. His taste still hadn't change, a sea of sweetness. He got his taste from his sugar obsession. He ate more junk food than his own kids. The taste always pulled me in for more and it was doing it again.
Fortunately, we both needed air so we pulled apart hesitantly. I tried my best to focus on the situation at hand, but my mind kept wandering back to the fresh plump lips I made swollen, his taste and his scent suffocating me in a good way. Neither of us tried to pull away, at least he didn't try and focus on kissing my jaw line to my ears but careful enough not to kiss my neck as he didn't want to push me too far. I was still trying to recover from my pant but my body was pressing against his, refusing to let go.
Think, Lavender, think!
