My lips touch his.
And I swear, I swear I felt something foreign brush my cheek.
Maybe his breath, maybe the tremor of his control slipping.
It's this feeling, like you are slowly shedding something old and familiar and blooming into something terrifyingly new.
Like the person you were a second ago doesn't exist anymore.
His lips are so soft, and he tastes like… like home.
Yes, I'm sure of it, he tastes like home.
Like something you didn't know you needed until it's right there, until it presses into you, and then suddenly it's all you can think about.
I kiss him once.
I kiss him twice.
I pull back just enough to see him, and I see that cord of control pull taut inside him, stretching, trembling… and then snapping.
Before I can even register it, he's kissing me again, his lips back on mine.
He traces my lips with his tongue first, slow and teasing, slightly licking them before he slips his tongue into my mouth.
It makes my knees go weak.
