His tongue thrust into my mouth, dancing over every inch. He placed a hand at the nape of my neck and squeezed, forcing me closer. He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth and bit down lightly. The short, sharp flash of pain was exciting and I made a sound low in my throat.The noise spurred him on and he held me tighter, and then tugged at my tightly wound hair until it hung in a golden sheet around me. He shoved both hands in and pulled back to stare.“Fuck, I love your hair. Why don’t you ever wear it like this?”“It’s too long,” I replied, not really in the mood to chat about my grooming habits. “Gets in the way and I’d always be messing with it.”“That’s a crime.” He buried his face in my neck and inhaled. “It’s so thick and smells so good. The whole world should get to see it.”I shook my head. “I doubt the world is that interested in my hair.”“Mm. They would be if they saw it like this. Wavy and tousled and sexy.” He paused and nibbled on my ear. “Now that I’ve thought about that, I change my mind.
