“He couldn't resist the pressure of her sweet body and leaned in closer, opening his mouth to her. She moaned her appreciation, when his tongue met hers and soon they were engrossed in the heat of the moment. Time stood still, backgrounds disappeared, and the only sounds came from them. She could feel the strength of his arousal and had her own burning need aching between her thighs. She'd known kissing him would be dangerous, but curiosity had won.”
Book:Jingle My Snowballs