Be Careful What You Wish For. 2

Be Careful What You Wish For.

Still Grace's P.O.V.

"Mmm I wonder..." I murmured right before our lips made contact.

I was still relatively new to kissing him, my heart still beat at cheetah pace, my palms still sweated and my breathing still became uneven, I was still incredibly excited whenever we kissed, each time better than the last, but each time a new experience.

I felt energised...hyper...kissing outside...in public, where anyone had the potential to see us, it felt daring.
I felt those huge hands I adored so much creep around my waist, pulling me closer as our kiss deepened. I could feel his obvious grin as we kissed, which made me giggle.

"What?" He whispered, our lips still firmly together and mingling, our teeth occasionally clattering as our grins revealed them.

I shook my head and he giggled, before closing those sparkling brown eyes once again to immerse himself in the kiss, I did the same.

With the cool night air mixing with our heated breaths it made everything feel all the more blissful, his hot tongue swept along my cold lips, leaving a burning sensation that lasted, he was a much more confident kisser now, often taking control, pressing his tongue against my teeth and awaiting entrance, once let in, he swirled and twirled our tongues together, he permanently tasted of sweets and sugar...whether this was natural or because of his amazingly large sweet tooth, I didn't care, it was delicious.

I felt his hands shift, the pure oxygen had really sent him on a confident streak, he buried his freezing hands under my hoodie and T-shirt and placed them on the hot, bare skin of my waist.

I jumped a little as his cold hands startled me.

"Sorry..." he muttered quietly through the kiss, his bottom lip in the grip of my teeth.

I groaned in answer, too in touch with the kiss to form any words.