robert-drake:

psychicoracle:

robert-drake:

psychicoracle:

Sarah chuckled, nipping at his bottom lip hungrily as she pulled him closer, her fingers finding his hair once again.

Bobby didn’t know why he enjoyed it when she played with his hair so much, but he wasn’t complaining.  He wrapped his arms around her lower back, running his tongue over her lips, seeking entrance.

Pulling him tight against her, Sarah felt her tongue enter his mouth, taking in his taste. She shivered, feeling his arms around her lower back as her body melted into his, pulling her lover in for a deeper kiss.

He backed up slightly with the intensity of their embrace, feeling his back hit the kitchen counter.  He groaned internally, this was definitely not the best place to be making out.  ”Want to relocate?” he asked her gently.

“Sure, don’t wanna scar Kitty for life,” she chuckled, giving his belt loop a playful tug as she smirked up at him.