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Writer's pictureAuthor Tisha Andrews

Sunday Sample of Love


“Swoon,” she released in between gentle pecks I applied. “What are we doing?”

Talking frustrated me. I didn’t want to talk. I wanted to get my fill of her in my mouth. If her kisses were this intoxicating, this addictive, I could only imagine what else came with her as I slipped my hand around her neck. She gasped as her eyes popped open.


“Shit,” I whispered, lowering my hand as her chest heaved up and down.


“Sanniyah. I…” I started, becoming speechless.


“You what?” she released, as her labored breaths began to slow down. Quickly that passion I felt, evolved into an inferno of anger as she pushed me back, then wiped her mouth.


“Snatched me up and forced me into a…” she said and paused, looking around as her voice trailed off. “Closet or something. Do I need to—” she got out before my lips crashed against hers once more.


I had no clue what made me want to shut her up more—the fact I didn’t want us to get caught in here or two, I couldn’t stand to be this close to her and not feel her lips against mine.


All I had been thinking about was her little feisty attitude and pouty lips, which only clouded my judgment even more now as she tried to fight me off. Once my hands slipped around her waist, I felt her body give way as I pulled her to me and the kiss grew even more.


It went from choppy and fast to slow and methodical. Her mouth was sweet, sweet like she’d brushed her teeth with cotton candy, and her skin was smooth and soft like silk as I ran my hand up her neck again. She hissed, pushing her body against mine even more.


Oh yeah, she liked that shit. My fingertips grazed the nape of her neck as she groaned into my mouth. I moaned in response as she eased her arms around my neck.


I’d never wanted to kiss anyone as much as I wanted to kiss her and, surprisingly, I realized that her feistiness was just an act as our tongues danced effortlessly like partners on a dance floor. She wanted me too, or I hoped so, but what we both actually wanted outside of this kiss, I had no clue.


I was fresh out of a fucked-up five-year relationship, and she was fresh in town, coming in with her life belongings piled up in a car with a son and dog. Still, this shit was hot.


“Swoon,” she whispered in between pecks as I growled. Especially when I wanted to have her pussy in my mouth. Fuck.


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