Sarah Bareilles POV
I don't know if my hormones were not in the right mix at that time or dopamine impulse was cruising through my veins, as I leaned in to kiss him again. Ben smiled throughout the kiss as if he won a lottery. He kissed me thoroughly, and he tasted like a man, all musky and fresh. I became warm all over as I took his mouth again and again. His hands seem to wander all around my body, groping my ass, feeling me up. I kissed him as if my life depended on it. And it did because this feeling was life.
`Sarah, I am a man', he spoke in between kisses.
`Uh-huh', I held his head down again to nibble on his swollen lips.
`I am afraid if I continue this, I won't be able to stop', he mustered enough sanity to pull away slowly.