His lips were inviting and soft, despite his rugged masculinity. The way he used them on me, with captivating purpose, drove me crazy in the best way. Feeling those lips pressed against my own, his intent tongue tasting mine, I exuded sighs of both satisfaction and advancing need into his mouth.
I ran my hands through his hair, across his face, along his neck, as if to soak up the moment with my touch. Wrapping one arm around my waist, the other extending to my ass, he held my body as I pressed myself into him.
Lost in his kiss, I savored every passionate collision our lips made.
I savored the feeling of the pull against my lower lip, created by his insistent sucking.
I savored his taste.
I savored his kiss.