- At the beginning of your relationship, his kisses will tend to be chase and soft, and he’ll hold you in his arms as if you were a porcelain doll that could break at any rough touch. He’ll hold your head into his hands, leaning in before he’d delicately lock his lips to yours in a short, almost abrupt kiss that lasts long enough so he could feel your taste, short enough to leave you wanting more.
- If you were to pull him in for the kiss again, he’ll let you take the lead and would try to follow your movements: gently nibbling on your bottom lip if you nibbled on his top lip, almost shyly opening up his mouth so your tongue could find his. You’ll feel him almost freeze against your touch, unused to such tender gestures, as he tries to match your pace. In the heat of the moment, he may bite on your lip a little bit too roughly, almost plunging his tongue into your mouth as his head is pushing back on yours. His strong hands are tightly wrapped around your waist, not allowing you to let go, his hot grunts against your skin making your knees go weak, his intensity overwhelming you. This mainly comes from his inexperience, and you’ll need to guide him a little bit.
- Whenever this happens, he loves it when you cusp his head into your hands, pulling him away, taking a moment to look into his eyes – their color turned into a burning amber as he lost his composure – before you run your thumbs against his wet lips, reminding him to be a little bit more gentle. He’ll apologize swiftly, and you’d feel him wanting to pull away, surprised at himself, feeling a twinge of guilty for being so rash. It was not his intention at all to make you feel uncomfortable. For this reason, he’s extremely thankful when you pull him back in, whispering “Not like this, but like that” as you softly press his lips to his once again. You’ll feel him smiling into the kiss, sending a wake of goosebumps down your spine as he is melting into your hands, his tense muscles slowly relaxing as he is trying to, once again, match your flow.
- Once he gets the hang of it, however, things will swiftly change, and his kisses will become more precise, more tender, almost too perfect, almost too caring, slowly becoming rougher and rougher with each moan and whimper you let out. It’s not as if he doesn’t want to ravish you from the very beginning, no, it’s just that he thinks that good things should be thoroughly enjoyed without being rushed, so he is going to take his sweet time with you. In his eyes, you are his goddess, and his kisses only his prayers.
- He’ll pull you in, his arms wrapped around you, claiming your mouth with unmatched tenderness, his soft lips against yours sending a wave of tingles down your body as his lips urge you to open up for him, to let him savor your sweet taste. You complied, giving in to his wishes, feeling his tongue swirl against yours as he invaded all of your senses. His smell was intoxicating, it was the only thing you could feel as your knees were slowly giving in, your body getting more mellow and mellow in his embrace. He’ll keep his hands tightly wrapped around you, holding you against his body, as he breaks the kiss to rest his head on your shoulder, his soft hair tingling your cheeks.
- He’ll glide his hand towards the small of your back, and, with his index finger, middle finger, and ring finger, he’ll start tracing your spine with featherlight touches, slowly going up to the nape of your neck as your body is washed in endless waves of tingles. You’ll feel his fingers gliding down again, and, this time, his hand will slide behind your shirt, ready to slowly lift it up and to unravel your bare skin. He’ll linger for a moment, waiting for your reaction.
- Your lips will escape a small moan when his fingers touch the small of your back, and he’ll take it as his cue to proceed: one hand trailing your spine as he’s lifting the shirt, the other trailing your waist. His hands feel slightly cold, his fingers are steady yet slippery against your soft skin, and, despite the fact that you feel embarrassed, you can’t bring yourself to tell him to stop. You want more, and he does too. He’ll carefully lift you up, bringing you to the closest bed, tenderly laying you down as he’s placing himself on top of you. This is when the praising is about to begin.
- He’ll place his hands on your stomach, running his fingers against your skin, slowly going up your body, stretching his fingers so he could feel more of you. He’ll start to fondle your breasts, sinking his hands into your skin as he’s molding them to his pleasure, teasing your nipples between his thumb and index finger as they get harder and harder. Any touch will be accompanied by a praise, and he’ll tell you how good you feel against him, how obedient you are, how you soft your skin is, how he’s never seen anybody as beautiful as you, how he wants you to moan and whimper for him.
- He’ll want to kiss your every scar, your every mole, your every freckle, and he will do so like a starved man, trailing all of your body in his kisses, leaving small marks on your collarbones as he goes up your neck and to your lips once again. This time, he’ll claim them roughly, kissing you as if you were his and his only, as if he was poisoned and you were his only cure. His touches send thrills to your stomach and the only thing you can smell is his musky, earthy scent; the only thing you can hear are his hot grunts and his delicious mutters. He’ll stifle your moans with his kisses, meeting your whimpers with his own, pulling away to look you in the eyes and to remind you how much he loves you, his eyes alight, glowing, burning with desire. He wants to learn your every sound, to squeeze all the whimpers out of you, to see your body contort under him, to make you feel so good that his name will be the only word that’ll escape your lips.
- After getting so hot and heavy, he’ll cuddle up next to you, his fingers gently running up and down your arm as he’s whispering sweet nothings into your ear. He worries. He worries that he may have been too rough or too intense, and he’ll ask you if you are feeling alright or if he went too far, his eyes gazing into yours. Once you reassure him that you enjoyed it, his lips will curl into a kind smile as he’ll place a kiss on your temple, thanking you for loving him.