72 On the Road to the New

David closed his eyes again. He felt as if someone had ripped him from his world and thrown him into a whole new, unfamiliar, fairy-tale world that he had heard of but never imagined could look just like this.

Greg's lips landed on his mouth engulfing it in a possessive, sweet-salty kiss. Greg's tongue pushed inside him taking away his clarity of thought. Ah, so this is what a kiss can look like? This is what passion can look like?

Once the first kiss was sacred to David. He dreamed of giving it to Berenice, but after she was forever gone from his dreams, the kiss was no longer important to him. He gave it back then, in a gazebo in the palace park. He gave it to Gustav. But that kiss wasn't even half as hot, as passionate, as mind blowing as this one... Greg was just awesome!

So David was drowning in his mouth. He only realized how deep he had plunged into them when he ran out of breath.

"Uh...!"