I stood on my knees, placing my eyes on his delicious lips, and slid my hands on his shoulders, pushing the t-shirt on the couch. He closed the distance between us and pulled my lips into his, kissing me roughly. The small bites and pulls he kept making made my breath hitch and I let out a long moan. His fingers traced my hips and waist like the light scratch of a cat. However, his caress was igniting a fire in me. A fire like no other. It consumed me and my soul, and the more he explored me like a treasure, the more I was ready to combust.

My...