360° Kisses: Full Lip Service POV

So, that whole “360 degree feedback” thing I kept joking about at work? Yeah, turns out I got the most literal version of it possible the other night. I’m telling you, it wasn’t about a performance review, it was about being completely swallowed up by sensation, like my whole world was just this one single point of contact. We were tangled up in a way that made me forget where I ended and he began, and every single movement sent a ripple of heat straight through me. It was that raw, frantic energy you get when you know you shouldn’t be doing something, which just made it ten times more intense. The soft brush of his lips, the way his hands anchored me, the low, breathy sounds that vibrated against my skin—it was all-consuming. Honestly, I couldn’t tell you if we were there for five minutes or an hour, but every second was so dialed in that I felt every tiny shift and taste, completely lost in that perfect, dizzying loop of give and take.