You make kissing noises at me, from the side there, not really looking at me. I smile and watch your mouth, your lips pressing together, pursing, then opening slightly, you are trying not to smile back at me, your face deliberately and cutely serious, the gentle sucking noise soft and moist and enticing.
“Are you making kissing noises at me?”
You smirk, “Of course, Ma’am!”
I laugh and grab the back of your head and … Continue Reading