You pant into his mouth as you feel his tongue graze your lip, his arms wrapped around your waist, not yet ready to let the moment slip away

The front porch lights of Ominis’ house illuminate your clothed back, allowing anyone that may be watching to see your husbands hands creep around your back, searching for your soft spot

Nearly stumbling over from the uneven cobblestones under your shoes, the both of you finally pull away from the kiss, lips red and swollen, the door opens