Mila’s lips were soft and plush, like a feather pillow. Her warm mouth pressed against mine, sending tingles through my face, my lips stinging pleasantly. I slipped my tongue between her lips, opening her up.
My tongue rolled over hers, tasting her sweet, freshness, like a splash of water in the desert or the sweet nectar from a honeysuckle.
Mila moaned lightly and started to kiss me back. She leaned closer and I slipped an arm around her waist, pulling her against me.
Her body formed to mine; her lips moved hungrily against my mouth. I felt the quickness of her breathing as her breasts rose and fell against me.
The few times we’d been intimate, one or both of us had been mildly intoxicated. There was some kind of mind-altering substance involved… even if it was heavy emotions making us feel a strong need for comfort.
This time… there was nothing but the pure desire to be closer to her.
