Amy Johnson

leaned closer to him in my seat. His eyes caught mine immediately as he looked at me, his face just inches from mine, and he stroked my cheek softly with his fingertips. My lips pouted, eyes half-lidded, head tilted and body poised for a kiss, he pulled himself closer until his lips found mine and his eyes closed as his body filled with a sense of relief mixed with the stirrings of lust. I gently suckled his lower lip as he sharply drew in a breath between his teeth and our lips mingled once again. With the slightest pressure I pressed the tip