Sixty-Eight: Lovemaking And Impending Doom

LISA

We walked into the house with our arms intertwined and I kept bumping into him slightly as we went up the stairs that led to his room. I loved that being tipsy made me bolder yet I would be able to savor every moment because I was perfectly sane.

We'd barely even entered his room when his mouth was suddenly on mine and he was kissing me. He kissed me slowly, not the ferocious one that I was used to from him, as if he was trying to savor this moment. It was a very slow kiss, one full of passion, like communication of souls, like he was enjoying doing this and it just wasn't foreplay or build-up to sex for him.

I couldn't get used to this; couldn't get used to the fact that Axel was kissing me as if I was a treasure, a trophy, and not just someone he was with for the sake of kissing alone.

I moaned into his mouth at the intensity of the pleasure his tongue was invoking in me, and the sound caused his hand to tighten around my neck as he dug his hips into me so I'd feel the budge