Kim lunged into a kiss, pressing their lips into an urgent meeting with loud smack. She gripped Molly’s shoulders and hips in an effort to bring her closer. It was as if it wasn’t enough to taste her. She wanted to devour her.
Molly tried to pull away from the passion. “Kim… no… we really, really shouldn’t do this…”
“Yes, we should!” The siege of kisses got stronger and harder.
“There’s something…. I need to… tell you.”
“Save it,” Kim said, now aiming those wet kisses at the back of Molly’s neck. “Save it for later.”
Molly was melting now, feeling her legs get weary and her spine lose its stiffness. This is what she’d always wanted. She’d spent hours dreaming of Kim’s body, imaging the details of its taste and texture. And it was happening now, quickly, breathlessly and without delay.
