All that matters is the way hes angling my face up to his, thumb and forefinger still on my jaw and my chin. It makes me think of someone taking a drink, only the drink in question is my lips. He wants to taste me there, and oh, thats exactly what it feels like. He doesnt press his mouth to mine, too hard and too frantic. He just dips in, getting a little of me on his lips before going back for something deeper and sweeter. Its so much sweeter I could cry. I feel like Ive been waiting for this for a thousand years, and, if his reaction is anything to go by, so has he.
