Kissing Him

The thin wet line of our saliva connects us, holds us there, just centimeters apart, mouth breathing into mouth, a tongue reaches out- who’s tongue is it? It doesn’t matter it’s all taste and senses and breathing.

Slowly his breath pushes into me, my breath reaches into him … I hold his shoulders tightly to keep him close – he uses his arms to keep just the right distance- I surge up- pulling myself toward him so our torsos are barely touching.

Tingling when my nipples touch his chest, still reaching with my mouth, my breathe, when our lips connect again it’s like the universe explodes in our mouths, the connection of this kiss is brief but powerful and we move away again- but barely – and while he moves inside me, and my hips roll with his… we breathe each other in … over and over.

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