my tongue,” she said. “It’s not confession but, what it really is…”
“I know,” he said, quietly. “There’ll be time for that tomorrow.” He lightly brushed a stray lock of hair from her forehead and then both hands gently held her face. “You’re incredible,” he said. “I couldn’t have done this without you.”
She didn’t quite know what to say but, in a moment, it didn’t matter, as he gently kissed her.
He rose up on his knees and drew her upward, as his lips lingered on hers. Soft and feathery, his lips slipped across hers. Moist and warm, the slow, sensual slide of them, one way and then the other, was hypnotic. Though the glyphs still whirled in her head, they began to fade, replaced by the singular sensation of Brett’s mouth.
His lips seemed to explore hers, probing and sampling, as though he’d never kissed her before. He tested her upper lip, drawing it tenderly between his. His hands, lightly framing her face, slid to the nape of her neck and hers finally found his waist. His tongue skimmed her captive lip, a seductive sweep that felt like he was tasting her. Then his mouth found her lower lip as she finally closed on his upper.
Somehow this kiss was different–Brett was different. Instead of the fiery passion that had exploded from him earlier, Jesse sensed a new calm. His tongue slowly and steadily stroked her as her mouth tried to respond to its rhythm. His mouth suckled hers and, though her lips parted, his lips continued to knead into hers. His tongue caressed her lips rather than slip between them and the warmth of the moist breath from his nostrils spilled over her chin.
The moment seemed suspended in time and Jesse no longer sensed their surroundings, the glyphs, or even her own body. Instead, his kiss had become her world. Delicate and tender, achingly slow, she hung on each new sensation.
• • • • •
Brett could not believe the incredible sensation in his mouth. Though he had thought of Jesse as sweet, he hadn’t realized she tasted that way as well–not until this moment. The fragrant scent of her skin mixed with the faint but clear taste of sweet wine. As though he fed from her mouth, he lightly sucked her lips and savored each tantalizing taste.
Like her strange and hidden talent, Jesse was one surprise after another. Each layer that he removed only revealed another beneath: her secret beauty, her utter vulnerability, and now this. Was it any wonder he couldn’t get enough?
Beautiful and swollen, her lips were an irresistible invitation. The flesh gave easily under his tongue and the silken swell of them, held gently in his mouth, was like a drug. She kissed him back, opened her mouth to him, but he could not let this moment end. Though he longed to plunge inside her, claim her mouth and body yet again, the delicate cling of her lips mesmerized him. His lips clung to hers, seemed magnetically drawn to them, and were completely unwilling to leave them.
Slowly, his hand left the nape of her neck and circled around her lower back. Her body bent to his as he curved over her, though his mouth continued to explore hers. He leaned even lower as her back arched to accommodate him and, as her hands slipped from his waist, he held her completely in his arms. Her limp form rested easily in his grasp and still he drank from her mouth, her parted lips pulsing with a sensual rhythm that matched his. He held her to him as he let her head loll backward, almost touching the pillow beneath it. Her lips softly slid along his and he suckled them for a last, sweet taste of wine. Then he let them lightly tug away as he slowly laid her down.
A deep sigh whispered shallowly from her lungs and, though her eyes remained closed, her eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly.
“Sleep,” Brett whispered as he settled down on his side.
Her face cleared and a tiny smile curved her soft, pink lips, and in moments she was asleep. With his head propped up on his hand, he
“I know,” he said, quietly. “There’ll be time for that tomorrow.” He lightly brushed a stray lock of hair from her forehead and then both hands gently held her face. “You’re incredible,” he said. “I couldn’t have done this without you.”
She didn’t quite know what to say but, in a moment, it didn’t matter, as he gently kissed her.
He rose up on his knees and drew her upward, as his lips lingered on hers. Soft and feathery, his lips slipped across hers. Moist and warm, the slow, sensual slide of them, one way and then the other, was hypnotic. Though the glyphs still whirled in her head, they began to fade, replaced by the singular sensation of Brett’s mouth.
His lips seemed to explore hers, probing and sampling, as though he’d never kissed her before. He tested her upper lip, drawing it tenderly between his. His hands, lightly framing her face, slid to the nape of her neck and hers finally found his waist. His tongue skimmed her captive lip, a seductive sweep that felt like he was tasting her. Then his mouth found her lower lip as she finally closed on his upper.
Somehow this kiss was different–Brett was different. Instead of the fiery passion that had exploded from him earlier, Jesse sensed a new calm. His tongue slowly and steadily stroked her as her mouth tried to respond to its rhythm. His mouth suckled hers and, though her lips parted, his lips continued to knead into hers. His tongue caressed her lips rather than slip between them and the warmth of the moist breath from his nostrils spilled over her chin.
The moment seemed suspended in time and Jesse no longer sensed their surroundings, the glyphs, or even her own body. Instead, his kiss had become her world. Delicate and tender, achingly slow, she hung on each new sensation.
• • • • •
Brett could not believe the incredible sensation in his mouth. Though he had thought of Jesse as sweet, he hadn’t realized she tasted that way as well–not until this moment. The fragrant scent of her skin mixed with the faint but clear taste of sweet wine. As though he fed from her mouth, he lightly sucked her lips and savored each tantalizing taste.
Like her strange and hidden talent, Jesse was one surprise after another. Each layer that he removed only revealed another beneath: her secret beauty, her utter vulnerability, and now this. Was it any wonder he couldn’t get enough?
Beautiful and swollen, her lips were an irresistible invitation. The flesh gave easily under his tongue and the silken swell of them, held gently in his mouth, was like a drug. She kissed him back, opened her mouth to him, but he could not let this moment end. Though he longed to plunge inside her, claim her mouth and body yet again, the delicate cling of her lips mesmerized him. His lips clung to hers, seemed magnetically drawn to them, and were completely unwilling to leave them.
Slowly, his hand left the nape of her neck and circled around her lower back. Her body bent to his as he curved over her, though his mouth continued to explore hers. He leaned even lower as her back arched to accommodate him and, as her hands slipped from his waist, he held her completely in his arms. Her limp form rested easily in his grasp and still he drank from her mouth, her parted lips pulsing with a sensual rhythm that matched his. He held her to him as he let her head loll backward, almost touching the pillow beneath it. Her lips softly slid along his and he suckled them for a last, sweet taste of wine. Then he let them lightly tug away as he slowly laid her down.
A deep sigh whispered shallowly from her lungs and, though her eyes remained closed, her eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly.
“Sleep,” Brett whispered as he settled down on his side.
Her face cleared and a tiny smile curved her soft, pink lips, and in moments she was asleep. With his head propped up on his hand, he
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