Prompt: Kissing
Lindsay had always hated tall guys, or at least she'd hated dating them. It made kissing impossible. She hated being out at the movies, standing in line, all the couples kissing and her having to stretch on her toes just to catch her boyfriends chin. It was much better dating someone only a couple inches taller…much easier access.
However, the height different wasn't at all a problem when she started dating Donald Flack.
See Don was very tall, almost a whole foot taller than her, but he was also very strong, big and beautiful and strong and when he wanted to kiss her he didn't wait for her to lean up, he simply lifted her up right in those strong arms of his and pressed his lips firmly against hers.
He was strong enough to do that, or to do what they were doing right now.
They'd met in the storage closet to have a few minutes alone. A quick peck on the cheek had led to her all but climbing up his body, settling her hips against his, her legs around him, her body writhing against his while they kissed.
And the whole time he held her just there, one hand on her ass, the other in her hair, tilting her head, deepening the kiss.
By the time, she left the closet her hair and make up were a mess and she had a giant grin on her face.
She might not like kissing tall men, but holy crap did she love kissing Don Flack.