Making out

1996 – Chicago

She'd been studying her book for the last 10 minutes without actually being able to focus and it was because he was driving her insane with the intense stares he was sending her way. Finally she turned to him and hissed, "Focus!"

How can I focus when all I want to do is kiss her until she moans my name? Antonio thought to himself before he pushed back his chair, stood then grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the back of the library, where he pressed her up against a shelf, his hard body pinning her in place.

While Laura didn't mind, she knew what was going to come next. Leaning toward him, her wrists pinned into place by his strong hands, she pressed her lips to his in a hard kiss then felt him coaxing his tongue between her lips and the Hispanic female accepted his invading tongue.

A moan was elicited from her lips, muffled by their kisses that soon turned even more passionate; the kind of kisses that carried her from soft and tender, coaxing and straight into the territory of making out. She had never done that before, but there was a first time for everything.