Kissing Jude was like an electrifying symphony of emotions. It felt like the world stopped around me, it faded into oblivion. In these moments nothing else mattered, it was only me and him. His warm tongue invaded my mouth, it's touch was soft yet insistent. The kiss's rhythm was wild but still tender. Every time we had intimate moments I would allow myself to feel whatever I needed to feel, there was no conscious part in me putting a stop to the emotions that took over.
It was so good and intense that I didn't even want to pull away for air. If I died this way I would die a happy woman. Jude parted our lips, his own moving to my neck. A cascade of shivers ran down my spine as I felt his hot breath against my skin. He explored it with gentle nibbles and wet kisses, I couldn't help but let out soft moans.
Giving myself to a man never felt so right. It was as if he was part of my body, as if we were meant to puzzle together. The boy started kissing my breasts, he moved his mouth to my nipple gently biting it through the fabric. His strong hands were soon removing my top revealing my already erect nipples, my body reacted to his touch instantly. It was like fire on dry grass, it took over everything in me at a rapid pace.
