There’s a moment when you reach out and touch her face, right before you lean in to kiss her, that you see her melt. She closes her eyes. She holds her breath. If you pause the moment before your lips touch and wait for her to close the distance between you, you will feel the same anticipation that courses through her veins.
Slide you hand down so that the palm of your hand rests on the side of her neck and lean forward, allowing your warm breath to caress her ear. Whisper softly how beautiful she looks and how aroused she makes you. Tell her you can’t wait to get her home and slowly devour her with your lips and tongue. Then watch... watch the goose flesh form on her shoulders. Watch her bite her bottom lip. Watch her tip her head, trapping your hand between her neck and shoulder as she begs you to kiss her again. These are moments I live for.
