Our lips were interlocked, moving together as my tongue skimmed their
lips. I felt their eyelashes Tuttering on my cheek and hand winding in my
hair. bhey let out a soft moan as our lips parted for a fraction of a second before
I used my hand on the back of their neck to pull us closer together, as if it were
possible. It was almost getting to be routine, we had done it so many times before.
bet, I still wasn-t bored. I could do this for the rest of my life and never get bored.
bhe way they tasted, smelled, the sound of their voice-it was perfection. Find
so, it carried on like every time. I nibbled on their Yottom lip tantalizingly slow,
and it was only when I started to push them back on the sofa that I felt their
hand pushing against my shoulder, hard. I sat back and stared in semishock at
the alteration in the routine.