I wished that I could explain to him in words what was wrong with me and what I was feeling. However, that wasn’t possible. I couldn’t possibly find the words and courage to tell him of the raging desire and need that was burning and consuming me from the inside out. Instead of words, my body moved on its own. My hold on the sides of his face tightened before I lifted myself up a little and then my lips were crushing firmly against his.

My lips moved to kiss him as I moaned my pleasure at the contact of our lips. His lips against mine felt so soft, warm,...