I've always dreamed about his lips on mine, but feeling them were a different story altogether.
I imagined his kiss to be soft, sensual. Yet his lips lit a flaming passion across my mouth onto my neck and collar bone. I shuddered at his dominant touch.
Wrapping my arms around his neck he let his hands slip under my shirt, caressing up my torso to my nipples that tightened as he grazed softly.
I moaned into his mouth as he stripped my shirt off, letting his mouth glide down my chest to lick and tease my nipples as he held my hips with his hands.
My breath caught in my throat and I wrapped my hands up in his hair as he nipped at my hips and lifted me off the ground with my legs wrapped around his neck.
He licked and swiped his mouth passionately at my bulging cock through my jeans, making me moan quietly. Sliding to his knees, he removed me from his shoulders and unbuttoned my jeans, currently straining against my erection.
"You're so hot," he smiled up at me as he fumbled with my zipper.
"You just want to fuck me," I replied, between gasps of air.
"Is it working?" He asked, his tone sultry.
I bit my lip anxiously.
All too well.
He crushed his mouth to mine, dropping my jeans and boxers to the floor simultaneously. I ground my hardened member against him while his muscled body pinned my lithe figure against the solid wall.
He moaned in my mouth in return. We kissed some more, that fiery passion synging my lips.