Chapter 83

They weren’t doing anything, but their prolonged closeness was pure bliss for a life devoid of sentimental encounters with women who weren’t his mother. The heat of the moment and the beating of his heart made him realize that he wanted to finally taste those faintly red, soft, and full lips. He wanted to discover if they felt as good as they looked with his own mouth, or if they felt even better than he had imagined.