My eyes drop to his lips, he catches me. He swallows deliberately and my eyes follow that movement shamelessly. But, before I can fix my erratic eyes his hands tilts my face up and his lips fall lush over mine. Urgently claiming, coaxing them to open so he can dive in deep. He tastes like his morning coffee. Black coffee was never my favorite, after today though I'll be its addict. His hands take my nape, pulling my hair free of its tie, using my hair to guide my mouth under his. He owns the kiss. When he's done I don't even feel myself. "Were to next? " he asks, rubbing my lips. "I don't know, without destination seems to lead me to good places" I say innocently, he chuckles. "No destination then." he says, kissing me again, alternating pace while driving me crazy, making me tingle in places indecent. I feel my toes curl in my boots as my hands curl on his jacket, pulling him closer. I'm sure I'm leaving nail marks in his leather, I honestly don't care. When he comes up for air, he peppers butterfly kisses on my lips like he can't get enough. That's mutual, I smile into his kiss. It feels like fantasy and reality can wait.
Oh my.. my! Love just knocks me out.
It's GAME OVER!

- Sara Jothi