I had to smile at the mellow look he wore on his face, the rosy cheeks were sure to make any girl smile. His eyes, however, were toxic - twin pools of ice-blue. I could easily get lost within those depths, and I realized that I almost had gotten lost in those depths as the grin unfurled upon his lips. His free hand was creeping slowly up my lower back, cupping the small in order to draw me towards him. I could only smile wider as I looked up into his eyes before we both closed them - our lips nearing each other's slowly. As they made contact, I took a deep breath as he exhaled the marijuana smoke into my mouth. I could taste him, as well as the marijuana - the emotion that erupted in my chest was unwarranted. It was only a dare, yet I didn't want to pull away - the taste of his lips as they brushed against mine, the feelings as I shuddered against his warm body - I was addicted. My lips kept his entertained as he set the bowl down on the table beside him, his arms snaking tightly around my waist; I couldn't help but smirk into the kiss as he pulled me closer to him. My hands slid up his stomach, his chiseled chest - he was clothed, yet I was too wound up in my emotions to care - he was a God.
He began to stumble, slightly, as I began to wrap my arms around his neck - pressing my body precariously closer to his. Backwards he went - his knees buckling beneath him, causing us to crash into the sofa. I was amazed - our lips never parted - as I sat up on his lap, my hands resting lightly on his shoulders . I grinned into the kiss again as he moaned softly into my lips, the sigh creating a small opening, just large enough to snake my tongue into his mouth. I couldn't help myself - I was hopelessly addicted, trapped, seduced - I was his. He froze as my tongue rubbed itself against his, the tip of my tongue ring rubbing gentle circles against the underside of his tongue. Pressing my body against his, it was my turn to let out a soft moan as his hands slid down my spine, nails lightly travelling down my skin before he slipped his hands into the back pockets of my jeans - squeezing ruthlessly.