"What are you doing?" Given the situation, he still asked.
I didn't answer because actions speak louder than words, so I knelt on the couch, grabbed his shoulders, and quickly kissed him.
The moment our lips touched, I felt a tingling sensation spread throughout my body, like a hot stream being squeezed from my heart straight to my feet. If being electrocuted felt this amazing, I wouldn't mind touching electrical switches for no reason.
He struggled slightly, trying to sit up straight, but I changed my grip to a hug, entwining my arms around his neck, making him immobile. Thus, he nearly gave up resisting at the same time and lightly placed his hands on my waist.
I used all my strength to deliver a passionate French kiss, rubbing hard on his lips, rolling desperately, licking and biting, but it didn't seem to work well because his lips were tightly closed. How could it be a French kiss without his tongue?