The Kiss

Have you ever been kissed? I mean really kissed? Treated as though you’re a delicious dessert to be savoured…

Lips hovering over your throat; hot breath making all your hairs stand on end with the anticipation of being touched. Then finally the fleeting touch of soft skin against yours, a tongue tasting you, and then it’s gone again. Only to reappear lower down… hands caressing your back, softly, but surely. Those hands know where they want to go, but for now they decently remain on your back, shoulders, in your hair, tugging it so your throat is exposed. Teeth graze your skin. You feel as though you’re sinking into an abyss. If you were standing, your knees would buckle.

Lust takes over, you seek the lips that are torturing you so, and capture them with yours. Teeth, tongues, lips, clashing, mingling, gasping. You’re so aroused your juices are flowing freely. And yet you’re fully clothed. This is strictly over the clothes foreplay, and yet you want it. You desperately want to make love to the person by your side. You want to get naked and feel your bodies close together, hot and heavy. Sliding together, kissing like there’s no tomorrow.

You know if you don’t stop soon you’ll be beyond the point of no return, and you’ll give yourself over, willingly, with no resistance. All from a kiss, from lips against your throat, hands on your back, stroking, squeezing. You think you might orgasm from the act alone, and make your pants even wetter than they are. Filling the atmosphere with your scent.

All from a kiss.

Have you ever been kissed like that?

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