Bab 40: 40. I'll make you addicted

Arms around each other, her legs seductively straddling his waist as he stood right between her thighs.

One hand pressing the lower part of her nape, pushing her closer to his lips. As his other hand held onto her waist, crushing her even tightlier to his own.

The smacking sounds of their lips echoed through the walls of the room.

She tasted sweet... So sweet that he didn't wish to let go. He wanted to drill deeper into her mouth, to suck on her tongue longer.

And the feeling was mutual. She stuck to his body like glue, her hands wrapped around his neck as she twisted and turned her head in every and any direction that he led her to.

Her insides was going hotter and hotter the more he kissed her, her toes curled and her senses had completely faded away. He was a good kisser. The best.

His tongue was feeding her and drinking from her at the same time.