Mysterious Doors

Just her presence there was enough to make him feel content. Without a word he inched closer, pulling her closer to him with a hand on the back of her head as he lowered his mouth to hers. He heard her sigh and felt her breath on his face a moment before he captured her mouth. Her lips parted slightly, and he took advantage, his tongue driving into her mouth and deepening the kiss. They had had passionate kisses before, but this felt like more than that. It felt stronger, hungrier somehow. He felt like he would never get enough of feeling her lips on his, her tongue against his, or the taste of her sweet decadent flavor.

Whenever he kissed her it was like eating a dessert, she tasted like sweet rich cream, cherries, and a hint of cinnamon, he’d had a cheesecake once in his youth and she reminded him much of that taste but so much more intense.