EMMA His hands roam my back, trailing a whisper-soft touch down my back until they land on my butt. When he squeezes the cheeks tightly, I can’t hold back the low moan that breaks free from my mouth, but I don’t even want to. For once, I want to be free of everything . . . my past . . . my future. . . but definitely not my present. “What are you so frightened of?” he asks me and buries his head in my hair. Hearing him inhale deeply makes my skin break out in goose bumps. “That you’ll push me before I’m ready and I’ll end up spilling all my sordid secrets to you . . . ,” I confess on a tremor that I have no doubt he can feel. My palms sweat. My core clenches. My heartbeat quickens. Everything inside me feels as if it is being awakened from a deep sleep, allowing me to truly feel everything for the first time. He moves slowly away from me, but not so far that I can’t feel his minty breath fanning across my lips. He hesitates for a few beats before growling, “I’m going to kiss you now, and don’t you dare pull away and run away from me. We clear?” Hearing the sudden demand in his voice, I simply nod, slightly surprised by the change in his manner, and I wet my lips. Agonisingly slow, as if he wants to savour this moment, he draws ever nearer until, finally, his lips brush against mine in a featherlike touch. As soon as I feel them on mine, my body erupts in a powerful flame, and the tingling from before intensifies. His lips brush mine once . . . twice . . . three times, lingering a bit longer each time. When he ends the last one by sucking my lip ring into his warm mouth, allowing my lips to taste more of his, I can’t stand the gentleness any longer. Wrenching my arms free from around his neck, I stand up on my toes, and grab his face, needing to be kissed by this man so desperately. Finally, I slam my mouth onto his, close to combusting with longing for a taste. Ho-ly . . . fuck! Groaning, Daniel crushes me to his chest, angles his mouth to fit better to mine, and when I feel his warm tongue probing my lips, asking for permission to enter, I open my mouth on a deep sigh, allowing his tongue to find and tangle with mine. I’m not sure who first sighs in passionate relief, him or me, but all thoughts evaporate when he starts sucking on my tongue, and I’m burning up from within. Then we become lost in each other and the pleasure, both giving and taking in equal measure. All that matters is our mouths, our tongues, our teeth, and we can’t seem to get close enough. Nothing but this immeasurable heat touches us. We’re in our own small bubble, drinking from one another, and I don’t think I want to come up for air ever again. Daniel moves one hand from my arse, across my hip, and quickly pulls up my top until he’s touching me, skin to skin. His touch sears through me, making me tear my mouth from his on a gasp. Breathing heavily, he doesn’t stop his sensual assault but merely trails open-mouthed kisses all the way from my chin to my ear and back again. He repeats this over and over before gently sucking on my ear-lobe, causing my knees to buckle, and I grab onto his arms to hold on for dear life. In a bold move, his right hand moves from across my waist to my navel and up my ribcage until his hands brushes the underside of my breasts. Feeling my nipples harden, I lift my right leg and wrap it around his hip, causing my pussy to rub against his cock straining against his jeans. Pressing into me on a deep growl, he kisses down my neck, and I tilt my head to the side, allowing him better access. My eyes feel so heavy that I have no other choice but to let them fall shut, fully immersing myself in the pleasure coursing through my entire being at this significant moment of my life. My first kiss . . . Yep, there’s fireworks, the angels are singing, and all that crap. Just like all the books say… My senses are on overload. My pulse beats frantically. My pussy begs for release. Deep inside my head, I know I’m not ready to take this all the way - this is Daniel, after all, and not some random one-night-stand. I want this . . . whatever this is to be significant. To not be some quick shag only meant to satisfy a physical need for a few minutes. With Daniel, I want . . . more. I want the fairytale . . . the happy-ever-after I have never, not once, believed in since I was ten years old . . . until now.