I start to shift my body. Not because I want to get away from his grasp, but because I want more of him. I want him so much that my body trembles with need. I press closer against him, pushing against his chest as if wanting to be one with him.
Then I straddle him. He wraps his arms around my waist and I moan in his mouth. He seems to take it as an invitation because his kisses become more insistent, more ravishing, that I find myself breathless and unable to think of anything else -- except how his tongue scours my mouth, how I meet his tongue, and how he interlaces his tongue on mine.
He sucks on my bottom lip and I answer it with equal fervor. My fingers dig into the back of his head, earning a moan from him. When he pulls his tongue out, I suck it. Then our tongues make that heady dance again.
