Somehow that one innocent little touch on her cheek turned into something more, or maybe it was the green light she’d just given me, the one I was finally willing to accept without reservation, that did it. I pulled her in, holding her eyes captive with mine all the while, and covered her lips with mine. Gently at first, still feeling her out, I guess, because practice is way different than theory.
I barely brushed her lips with mine, once, twice, before pulling back to look into her eyes again. Instead of fear and uncertainty, I saw only excitement and curiosity there. Still, I cautioned myself to remember who she was and what she meant to me even as I brought our lips back together again.
I went deeper this time, playing my tongue across her lips before dipping it inside for a taste of her, teasingly, playfully until she mewled into my mouth like a little kitten, and the sound sent fire rushing down my chest into my gut, burning a trail that ended at the tip of my cock.