Words don't come easy

Hector opened his eyes and looked at me, taking his time, making each minute seem like an hour:

"You can..." he said in a weak voice.

I approached him, slowly, knowing that maybe it would be the last kiss, the last time, as our encounters always were: an unknown, a mixture of emotions and feelings always on the edge... So every second needed to be put to good use.

I knelt down and touched his neck, feeling him shudder under my touch. I smiled and brought my lips to his, closing my eyes and letting the moment take me to heaven, which was how I felt when I was next to him.

Hector's lips encircled mine, gently sucking them. I felt his hands running down my back, slick with foam, and I was completely turned on.

That kiss felt like a punishment, without me being able to feel his tongue, as if he wanted to test how much I could bear while that touch didn't get as intimate as I wanted.

From his neck, my hands went to his shoulders, which I smoothed down to his chest. Then his tongue entered