His lips moved passionately against mine. Gentle, almost as if he thought my lips were made of glass. Our noses brushed against each other's as we tried to find the most comfortable angle for the kiss to work out.
I was very aware of his hand that was at the small of my back as he pulled me impossibly closer to his body, squeezing me a little. I felt all the hairs on my arm raise as his hand traveled up and down slowly.
My desire kicked in, and I found myself wrapping my arm around him, kissing him back. One of my hands went to the back of his head, fisting his hair. It seemed like he approved of that action because he let out a growl into a kiss, making me feel hot and bothered.
To my surprise, I stood on my tippy toes as I craned my neck up, trying to reach for his lips the best as I
