This was written for "My first …" Challenge.

That is all…

Our first kiss wasn't soft, sweet and hesitant. It was hard, hot and consuming. There was no blushing after only wanting. And it couldn't ever be soft and sweet, at least not at first. There were too many emotions and too much history between us. It was everything a first kiss shouldn't be. And it was more than amazing, it was perfection incarnate. It swept over us like the inferno it was. The inferno moved like a hurricane and we were merely leaves caught up in it. We had no control and no desire to stop it. We let it carry us away into our future.