We began to kiss just as if it were the first time, just crossing our house entrance threshold. His arms tied to my waist do not allow me to move away from him, and to be honest, I have no intention of doing so.

My lips only respond to his. Slowly our tongues meet, causing our bodies to turn on even more. Lucas, somehow, is guiding me to the stairs and causing our kisses to be a little less coordinated. As we went up to the room, I urgently unbuttoned his shirt.

My feet feel the ground's firmness, signaling that we have already reached our destination. Without further ado, I intrude my hands at his shoulder height to remove his shirt and drop it. Lucas's hands are not far behind. As we get closer to the room, he unzips my dress, and I feel like burning just the feeling of his touch.

Before entering the room, most of our clothes have already disappeared. When our legs hit the bed, we lie down without stopping kissing. I'm so turned on that I can't stop panting during our kissing battl