He kissed me. Again. The last time was almost 2 years ago, and I swore I'd never see him again, because he kissed and left me. I missed him though, and we'd stayed in touch...and he wanted to see me. I wanted to see him.
I craved this man. I realize that I still do.
And he kissed me again. I'm not talking some peck on the cheek or lips, or some systematic tongue wrestle. Yeah, okay...so, I have a lip fetish, and when I see or think about beautiful lips, I imagine how I'd like to kiss them. The frustrating thing is that although I've kissed some beautiful lips, I've never had an amazing, out-of-body-experience, crazy-passionate kiss before. Until HIM. And he kissed me again.
He kissed me again, and it wasn't like some horny man going through the motions of foreplay because he HAD to. He wasn't trying to lead UP to something - the KISS was the main dish, and the sex...the dessert.
This man kisses me so wild and freely. He caresses my face, grabs my hair, teases my lips and pulls at them with his. There are no words that can justify the passion!!! He kisses me hard, and then kisses me soft...smooth and aggressive...all in one. He kisses me on top, flips me over, and kisses me more. I touch, grab and stroke his face as we constantly try to get our points across with our lips. My finger traces his lips before biting them, and he promptly takes them and sucks them before our lips battle again.
This is so feverish and hot...and I swear, as before....I....LOSE...CONTROL.
The sex - I can handle. The kiss makes me dead in the water, and vulnerable beyond fucking belief.
He kisses me like I'd never been kissed...IN. MY. LIFE.
What am I going to do now?
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