First Kiss - Part 1

[Ma****]

It begins as a slow surrender—
lips parting under lips,
the first wet slide of tongue
finding the soft, warm dark
where breath turns heavy.
You open for me.
I taste the heat of your mouth,
that private salt and sweetness,
feel the way your tongue curls
to meet mine, languid and hungry,
drawing me deeper.
A low sound rises in your throat
as I press in,
slow and thorough,
mapping the tender underside,
the sensitive edge of your lips
with the tip of my tongue
until you shiver against me.
Hands tighten in hair,
bodies lean hard,
chests flush and rising.
Every careful stroke of tongue
is answered by another,
wetter, deeper,
hot, open, endless—
and the rest of the world
dissolves into the slick heat
of wanting you this close