Addison
Simon kissed me, and I moaned into his lips as his tongue circled over mine. Even though I'd never done it before, I could taste my delicious taste on his tongue, and that only fueled the fire inside of me even more. He kissed me ferociously, absorbing my orgasm-induced moans.
It was my first orgasm.
I melted as I opened my eyes, our stare locked from inches apart. This was a level of connection I'd never experienced before. Yes, he was the man who had compelled me to come for the first time, but it wasn't simply medical — it wasn't just mechanistic.
It was something much more profound, and I was aware of it, even though it terrified me. That night, I'd felt in the bar — instantaneously — and it's one of the reasons I'd fled. It wasn't just that that I'd felt weird kissing a random person like that; it was even worse that I'd felt those kinds of sensations so quickly for someone I'd just met.