Your eyes hold me and I offer no resistance as your hands rest on my cheeks and tilt my head back gently. Your lips part slightly and I can feel your minty breath heat my lips with desire. I close my eyes and relax my face, waiting...
Your moist lips graze mine and I shiver in frustration. I want you to own them, to ravish them as you will soon ravish the rest of me. But you are taking your time, establishing your mastery. You own my body; you own my lips; you own my pleasure.
You pull my lower lip between yours and hold it there, letting me feel the warmth of your mouth and the gentle pressure. I dare not move, lest I break the fragile seal. I push forward, letting my tongue run across your upper lip. It is soft and smooth and I lose myself in its texture. My heart is starting to pound and my breath is growing shallow.
Your tongue sweeps over my lips and I part them slightly, offering my mouth to you. You breathe gently over them and I whimper with need. My tongue peeks out, seeking your lips. I feel the tip of your tongue on mine, circling it slowly. Your lips press against mine and your tongue pushes mine back into my mouth.
I feel the soft roughness of your tongue exploring my mouth. It caresses my inner cheeks and I hold tightly to your shoulder blades to keep from swooning. It moves across the back of my teeth presses my salivary glands. Our juices are flowing and mingling and I swallow them gladly. All the time, your lips press more urgently to mine.