Could Happen

His kiss is strong and confident but has no tongue at all, it’s just pressing our lips together.

He moves and ends up settling between my legs, moving to my neck breathe in again, like he's scenting me, starting to move his hands up and down my hips.

“I can hardly smell your personal scent now, but I remember it. You smell like something expensive and sophisticated, like old liquor and dried flowers."

"But I don't..."

"And you taste so good," oh, god. His tongue comes out, touching the base of my neck and I immediately forget the reason I didn't want to be with him, "Your mouth always tastes like watermelon and your neck tastes like burnt caramel, it makes me wonder... what other parts of you might taste like."

His kisses have been moving down with his words and now he's kissing my breasts.

I need this. I don't even know at what point he started undressing me, but suddenly I'm only in my bra... which goes away a second later too, and now I'm exposed from the waist up. He lifts up a