He brushed my cheeks to face him. I could feel his dark eyes surveying the contours of my face. I wondered whether I would ever be able to open my eyes. I wondered if he would touch me more than he was right now, whether I would burst.
As if he wasn’t sure of what to do next, he dropped his hands, moving backwards. Still with eyes closed, I found my body twisting itself towards him, placing myself in between his legs, my face pulling closer to his. Then his cheeks were touching mine, the electricity in my spine shooting up through the nerve endings under my hot skin, reaching out to him.
My whole body felt like it had been activated by a shock, a bolt throughout my system that I could not control. I fell between his legs, my face upturned to his as though it was magnetically bound to not turn away. And then his lips touched mine, brushing along the outer lines of my mouth, the miniature hairs on my skin static with joy as they glided softly over my cheeks. They returned to my lips, lingered over them, before parting mine. A warmth filled my whole mouth, spread down my throat, tingling through my stomach, into my loins, forming a halo around my pelvis, bolts sparking up inside of me.
I felt powerless to the electricity coursing through every molecule of my enraptured flesh. His hot tongue entered my mouth, and my insides softened, liquid as his velvety mouth sparked new sensations within mine. I moved up his body, just as the boat hit the shore with a bang, and the jolt of the wood against the wet muddy mound seemed to fuse with the jolts shooting up from within me. Then the soft outer layer of his t-shirt was on the shore, and I could feel the hot, smooth skin of his hard chest soft beneath my face. He moved my shirt up above my head, and when I felt my goosebumped breasts against his stomach, the arch of my lower pulse seemed to shoot in bursts up inside of me.