“Where are you—” I started but was cut off. She had one hand on my waist and the other on the side of my face. I didn’t have time to react. She pushed her body against mine and the moment finally came—she kissed me. She kissed me with passion and I responded feverishly. I had my hands in her hair and pushed my body against hers. I felt like if I stopped kissing her, I would die.
It didn’t matter, because whenever I heard a soft moan escape her lips and into my mouth, I was pretty sure I died anyways.
Both of her hands moved down to my hips, pulling me into her, and I couldn’t help but groan. My knees were close to buckling, but luckily for me, she had a tight grip on me.
I didn’t know how long we kissed, but I knew it wasn’t long enough. “I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” she whispered against my lips.
“God, me too.” I was practically panting. “What took you so long?”
She laughed lightly before responding. “You made me nervous, too.”
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