He tangled his fingers inside her hair as he tried to guide her. He loved that he could do that. There was no gel stealing his joy.
His heart rate increased in time with the kiss. He noticed her legs giving out to the point where she was about to fall, so he held her back with one arm and did not let go of the back of her head with the other.
And she clutched to him as if he were a fleeting gift. Her need for him to explore her mouth further was causing violent vibrations along his nerves.
He desired more! He wanted to take off her top, undress her, and see all of the gold she was made of. He wanted to see the lovely marks on her skin that proved her amazing feature.
He yearned for his skin to brush against hers. And to kiss every inch of her body.
Dangerous ideas were devouring him, and she was allowing it.
