Sly rose from the bed and held me. "Why are you still kneeling?"
"Trying to catch my breath, I think?" I smile up at him.
"Come up here," Sly aided me to stand.
I rose on my wobbly feet and sat on the bed.
"Your cheeks are bright red." He lightly caressed my cheeks. But when he tried to kiss me, I turn my head to the side.
My mouth tasted funny, and I don't want him to taste that on me.
"What's wrong?"
"My mouth— It tastes funny."
"I don't mind."
With that, he planted his mouth firmly on mine and tangled our tongues together. His tongue and mine were already familiar with each other. As his tongue drove me to another level of crazy, I placed my hand on his hair as I urged him to kiss me more.
I started to ache down there; it caused me to clutch tightly to him, desiring to be close to him as much as I can.
