C154 Please follow me

Derek's grasp on my throat was firm but gentle, not intending to suffocate me. His kiss was an intense whirlwind that swept away any awareness of whose air I was breathing. The passion in his kiss weakened me, and willingly, I became more engrossed in the moment.

As our lips danced, I unraveled the fastenings of his collar, my fingers tracing along the contours of his neck. In response