Kiss kiss kiss

“Babe, stop,” Dylan whines as he tries to squirm away from your kisses.

It’s been ten minutes and you’re still kissing him all over his face.

“But you’re so cute,” you mumble as you keep pressing tender kisses to his forehead and cheeks.

You mumble soft ‘I love yous’ and praises with each kiss you give his face.

He was your angel and you wouldn’t want him to ever change.

He groans and wraps his arms around you, tackling you onto the bed so you’re pinned underneath him.

Moonlight shines through the windows, his gaze shining so intimately as he stares down into your eyes.

His face and body are illuminated by the moonlight, making him look almost not real.

“Am I still cute?” He asks, his voice a husky whisper.

He leans down and plants sensual kisses against your neck, his hand running up and down your body.

“My sweet Moonlight,” he whispers against your neck.