Lucas: Paparazzi

DAMN, THE way I missed these soft lips dancing in symphony with mine is tremendous.

I cup Iris' face, hugging her waist and pulling her closer so I can deepen the kiss. She runs her tongue along mine, twisting it in a teasing manner that makes me groan in her mouth.

Something about the way she's touching my face, stroking my beard, and twisting her head with each stroke her tongue takes in my mouth is calling out to me. Like she's apologizing for not answering my messages and asking me for more at the same time.

I can't get enough of her. She's fucking perfect for me, I can feel it in my bones and heart that I'm right. Our bodies ease as the tension from earlier subsides. I lean my head, placing my forehead on hers.

"Was that you apologizing?" I just had the best kiss of my life and yet, I still feel uncertain when Iris pulls her lips away from mine.

"No, that was me telling you I missed you too."