what if we were in the middle of making out but i told you to keep still? with my hand on your jaw, keeping you in place. lips hovering above yours. keep yours parted just so, and don't move. don't kiss me back while i press my lips to yours, slowly kissing your upper lip before moving to the corner of your mouth, then kissing the other corner. hovering over you again, so close you can feel my breath but you can't do anything about it. kissing you again. and again. and again. slow, deep, loud, wet. eventually licking your upper lip, gently, relishing the way you twitch against my touch. tracing your lower lip now with the tip of my tongue. kissing you again. licking your lip again. over and over, just as slow as when i started teasing you. finally using my hold on your jaw to get your mouth open a little wider, just enough to snake my tongue between your lips and lap at yours. moaning into your mouth. kissing you hungrily, so so messy and needy. taking your face in both of my hands and pulling away to look at you. smiling at how heavily you're breathing after being denied something as simple as kissing me back while i played with your mouth.
