THIS IS different. Iris feels different. I don't know what it is, but I can sense it in the kiss we're sharing.
She tastes like bananas, and lord have mercy my perverted mind just can't stop imagining things. I cup her face, tipping it up so I can deepen our kiss. I've kissed her like this before when I wanted her to know I love her, but still, today feels different.
Unlike the last time, it feels mutual, as if I'm not the only one in love between us. Wrapping her hands around my neck, Iris pulls me closer, gripping my neck gently as if stopping me from escaping.
Her tongue dances along with mine, swift and sensual as it goes. I match her energy, pulling her closer to me. She moans in my mouth, a fulfilling vibration going down my down the moment I hear the sound.
