Amalia Anderson
His lips brushed mine, my knees weakened, and I whispered "Four..." I couldn´t finish the count when he whispered back. "Then, let´s make it count..." His body pushed me backwards until I was pressed against the mirror walls of the elevator, and his lips crashed against mine with intensity and passion.
My entire body went stiff, and suddenly, I found myself moving my lips against his, pressing my body to search for his warmth. My hand wrapped around his strong neck, tangled in his messy hair. His hands wrapped against my waist, and he pulled me into his body.
I have only had one boyfriend, and I have only kissed him. That kiss was the kiss of a boy who barely understood what to do. This was different, the kiss of a man, the touch of a man.
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