*gasp* This moment. You feel his lips, his breath, his heat against your neck. You shift, ever so slightly, baring yourself to him. You are vulnerable. You are waiting. The anticipation feels endless and unbearable. Yet, in truth, it is only a moment before his lips connect with your soft skin. You feel his tongue slide against your pulse and his teeth graze you as he pulls away.
This. This was only the first moment.