Tempest's lips felt soft like pillows.
Dron relished the feel of them.
All time seemed to go still as he tried his hardest to focus on what Tempest was doing to him. His lips stayed still and his hands stayed by his side.
For the briefest of moments he couldn't understand what the big deal with kissing was. Nothing was happening to him.
Then she slowly slid her tongue out of her mouth and slid it against the seam of his lips. Dron opened his mouth slightly, just to breathe and Tempest took that as her signal to deepen the kiss. Her lips suckled and pressed against his. Soon he was mirroring her movements.
She tasted so damn good. He wanted more of her.
More and more Dron started to get used to the feeling, and then a wave of lust washed over him.
