Fuck, one of her hand slid to my cheeks, cupping me, her other hand stayed on my waist, squeezing me tighter as she pull me close. Her lips were nibbing and biting my lips softly, like she wanted to do anything she can with my lips, and I felt the way her weight pressed against mine, I wanted to fight back, to probably gain control, but whenever she tilt her head to kiss deeper I felt all my body weakened. Her tongue, it was so wet and commanding when it got inside my mouth, clashing against my own.
When I felt it, I felt a rush of wetness between my thighs. And my knees gives in, fuck them. But luckily she let her other hand placed on my waist to support me. She's so fucking hungry... Like she's sucking the life out of me.
Both my hand were gripping the side of her shoulder, she devoured every moan I let, and she would hissed every time we would pulled away slightly out to take a breath, but she would just clash her mouth against mine again, over and over.
I finally pulled away, putting all my strength on my palm against her chest, I was panting, my eyes wide as I stare on the ground, her prada shoes lay on view.
That felt like an hour. She kissed me, no she devoured my soul. I didn't knew she would do that. Despite the way her eyes would travel down my lips many times, and I'm always the one aware of it, and it always happens when we argue. Like, fuck.
I was too scared to look up, I don't know why... It felt wrong, but, I would do it again.
I still couldn't look up. Maybe I was scared that I would see through her that she regretted it. Because I didn't. I fucking didn't. And I would hate myself if she somehow regretted it.
But then she held my chin, tilting it up to look at her. And her eyes... It was softer. I didn't knew it could be that way.
"Eve..." I breathe out, her thumb rubbed my lips. "Yes?"
"Behind us. Car. People. Watching."
She just stared at me, and I felt the way her body turned into stone.
To be continued.
