Elvira giggled with Wivior naked under the white sheets of the four-poster bed. "Stop, it's tickling." She pushed his face away from her neck playfully. It was hard to contain her laughter when he kissed her like a madman.
"I refuse to stop kissing you." Wivior got on top of her. "If your neck is ticklish, what else can I devour?"
"My lips." She pressed her lips against his softly.
"I like that better." Wivior swept his tongue between her lips. She opened her mouth, and it slid in, stroking her tongue.
Wivior moved his mouth several inches away. "Was that ticklish?"
"A little, but I need more." Elvira swiftly grabbed his face and joined their mouths in a smacking kiss.
After the kiss, they lay sideways to admire each other. Elvira placed a hand on his cheek. Gosh, he was so striking. It felt so serene to look at him. She couldn't imagine loving another being like she loved her.
