#Chapter 64 - The Kiss

Shirley Keith is kissing me back. He wasted no time before he pressed me closer with one hand around my waist and the other against my mid back. My own hands are in his hair, running through tightening the strands within my fingers as our tongues chase one another. I’m completely lost in Keith, fully surrendered as our mouths keep meeting, unable to get enough of each other. The kisses are hot, needing as I offer small whimpers and moans to Keith’s gentle groans. I never want it to end. I want to make up for every time I thought about kissing him, or even press him down on the sofa so I can kiss against every inch of skin I can find. I can feel Cicy running in circles inside of me, overjoyed as Keith keeps his lips to mine. She nearly passes out when he pulls me flush against him, not getting enough of me. However, with each passing second, I become warmer, hotter. I’m practically burning as my mind swirls. What brought me here? How did this happen? Th