Michael
Fuck she feels good.
Her lips, soft and perfect, move with mine in perfect unison. The moment she moans, I'm a f*****g goner. I slip my tongue in, letting it dance with hers. Placing my hands around her waist, I give her a light squeeze, captivated in the small breath she gasps.
It isn't until I feel a growing problem in my pants, do I realize my mistake.
I'm kissing her.
I'm kissing the woman I swore to protect, the one I am risking everything for. The one that needs her sanity and to feel safe after being imprisoned by a monster for four years.
I break away, closing my eyes so that I don't focus on her beauty and take her right here and now.
"I'm so sorry Whitney.." Opening my eyes I see her starring down at the floor with confusion, her lips a tint of pink from my onslaug
