It was soft, gentle, and passionate.
I didn't pull away, and neither did he.
He deepened the kiss, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer.
I felt him smirk against my lips, and his tongue flicked out, brushing against my lower lip.
I pulled away, and my eyes met his.
"If we continue, then, I'm not sure if I can control myself. So, unless you're sure, we shouldn't do this," he warned, and I nodded.
"I'm sure," I whispered. "I'm positive."
He didn't waste another second and his lips came crashing down onto mine.
This time, the kiss was harder, more aggressive, and filled with desire.
Our tongues danced, and the kiss became more heated.
I moaned into his mouth as he kissed me, and his hand rested on my lower back.
"Giovanni," I mumbled, and he chuckled, breaking
