[ Kissing Isabelle is like - taking a breath for the first time. It's like he's been starved for air all of this time, walking around and drowning, until their lips touched, and he became whole and alive once more.
It's like colors had been muted, until right now, until her dark red lips against his and her well-manicured hand around his erection. His hips move of their own accord, following her, and, distantly, he hears something clatter to the floor - his phone, left abandoned.
She says his name and it's the sweetest two syllables he's ever heard, past the ringing in his ears and the music in his head. It's a symphony in four letter and a silky voice, and Baby drinks it in, his hand - now free - moving to her hip, then down, finding the hem of her dress and tucking his fingers into it. ]
I want to touch you, [ he murmurs between kisses, reverend and just as awed as he feels. ]
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It's like colors had been muted, until right now, until her dark red lips against his and her well-manicured hand around his erection. His hips move of their own accord, following her, and, distantly, he hears something clatter to the floor - his phone, left abandoned.
She says his name and it's the sweetest two syllables he's ever heard, past the ringing in his ears and the music in his head. It's a symphony in four letter and a silky voice, and Baby drinks it in, his hand - now free - moving to her hip, then down, finding the hem of her dress and tucking his fingers into it. ]
I want to touch you, [ he murmurs between kisses, reverend and just as awed as he feels. ]