Kissing a Latino

The moment I saw him, I knew he'd be my new addiction. His smooth caramel cream skin glistened under the dull lighting in the room, tempting me to get up and cup his face. But I couldn't, because that would be too brash of me. So I just drifted off in thought of being inches away from his soft lips, my breath coming in short pants as I closed my eyes to press my own pert lips to his. He tasted just as I had expected. Of sunshine after a light rainy day. He slid his tongue, opening my mouth more, then taking in my gasps as if he could taste them. He was perfect. I pulled away before things would get carried away. His eyelids were heavy, but he looked at me intensely. His gorgeous fluid mocha eyes revealing all the lust he had. I was about to cup the light stubble on his face, when I was pulled out of my momentary fantasy. The man came to sit beside me and was asking if I was alright. All I could to was stare at him and feel my body heat up until everything was crimson.