Ambrose leaned me on the door after locking it. I was still straddling him as we both shared heated kisses. His lips were moving fluidly against mine while both of our tongues fought for dominance.
We were both so lost in our kisses. Our lips synced like it was all that we know. We poured all of our emotions on the kisses—the longing, the pain, the sadness. I missed him so much and I am already anticipating on what he’s going to do to me.
Ever since I left him, I cannot go on a day wondering if I could feel him touching me again. In the middle of the night, I would try to mimic how his hands touched my body but was no use. It was definitely not the same if it’s not him.
He pulled my lower lip and sucked it making me moan in pleasure. My fingers combed his hair, slightly pulling them
