My life is infinitely better when I get enough kisses. But not just any kisses.
The kind where just before lips touch there is a hesitation to increase the anticipation. Warm breath and intention mixes together with a heady sensation.
Soft lips touch and begin the dance. His mouth opens to offer a warm wet tongue. Mine opens to accept, taste and touch. Lips guide the adventure and add their part to the passion, too.
And while our mouths play together our hands are exploring as well. I touch shoulders and the small of his back and the skin of his neck. My hand stays there to push his lips harder against mine.
I arch slightly and my body meets his from knees to chest. Kissing, touching, exploring. Mmmmm...kisses.