Surprise Kiss

Priscilla was waiting on the floor, her eyes half-closed, the TV throwing faint light across her skin. The second I stepped behind her I bent down and caught her mouth in a soft, sudden kiss that tasted like cherry lip balm and surprise. She blinked awake, smiling against my lips, and I pushed it further, sliding my tongue past hers until she let out a quiet little sound that made my stomach tighten. We stayed like that, mouths open, breathing each other in, until the show on the screen was nothing but noise we ignored. My hands moved down to the thin straps of her pyjama top, easing them off her shoulders so the fabric slid lower and her breasts met the cooler air. She arched into me, and I kept kissing, deeper now, tasting the warmth of her breath while my fingers traced the curve of one nipple until it tightened under my touch. She whispered my name between kisses, and I answered by slipping my hand lower, beneath the waistband of her bottoms, finding the heat already gathering there.