Over the last few weeks, we have been discussing what leads right up to that moment two lips become one. Has the foreplay been plentiful? Are your senses heating up? Do you want to shut the blinds and call up your significant other? That is what kissing is all about, making you forget everyone and everything.
Z: Yes, but there is never enough foreplay in a story.
A: Ok, we talking about reality.
Z: I repeat, there is never enough….
A: She waves her hand in front of his face, stopping him.
Z: Yes, but there is that moment… after all the waiting… all the panting… all the longing… all the staring and hoping that just as quickly as the thought of kissing had been conceived, it happens.
Lips collided, tasting, sampling, exploring the angles and planes, suckling the fullness, enjoying the fusing and discovering the inner canvass, the tongue finally taking over the kiss, dueling, provoking heat, taking each other further and further along that saucy, sexual journey that can’t be replicated in any way but the continual touching, the continual touching, the continual kissing. Then there is that instant when life evaporates, breathing is suspended and life has no meaning except for this singular fusion of madness. The world stopped. Actually, felt like it stopped. No longer could I hear the wind, or bird song, or feel sunlight, or people or sounds. All I understood, experienced, knew was this kiss lifted me to the stars and I truly believed I’d never come back.
A & Z: If you haven’t found that kiss yet, search for it, long for it, and if you can’t find it in your real life, read about it in sizzling romances.
EXCERPT: KILLER DOLLS
While bio-terrorists use her handcrafted dolls to attack the innocent, Letti Noel falls for FBI agent Taut Johnson. Deceit is a growing barrier to their love, but it's the stalking terrorists that threaten their lives.
Her talent overwhelmed him, and he told her so. She was about to respond but when she turned, he was right there behind her, close enough that her nipples pressed her shirt against his chest as she moved. She nearly groaned. He did groan. It was as if he were a man who had been taunted and tantalized for days but only now could struggle free from rigid restraints. Unlike the night before his
kiss wasn't soft, slow or easy. He claimed her mouth, hard. His tongue collided with hers, scraping against teeth, seeking depth. His lips were forceful, demanding, insisting, and she responded with an equal onslaught of fervor. Her hands were
in his hair, pulling his mouth closer. Her one leg rubbed against his. On tiptoes, she lifted herself so her pudendum pressed against his stiffness. His hands were under her blouse at her waist, drawing her closer, closer.
Her fingers were tugging his shirt free from his waistband, popping the bottom button in the process. She became feral, all over him, kissing his neck, his cheek, back to his lips. She couldn't touch him enough, wanting to explore every surface, every well-hewed muscle and every bit of flesh. All thought dissipated, leaving just sensations, the feel of him, just the wild kissing, the scent of maleness, the taste of salty flesh.
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