CHAPTER21 - Kissing Lesson

　　Right after I give him my permission, Dmitri showers me with kisses, on my neck, on my cheeks, and on my lips. His kisses evolve from patient and gentle pecks to aggressive and dominant french, like a king finally claiming his subject. But those kisses don't manipulate nor subjugate me, but instead, lead me beyond a satiating feeling of wanting for more. So I impatiently sit atop of him with his manhood just next to my opening. I clenched my legs around his waist to his back and cling both my arms to his neck. I could feel that my kisses become a bit hostile when he lets a soft groan and taste blood from his lips, I stop kissing him and wipe the blood from his lips with my fingertips. 　　"I'm sorry," I look down and shyly apologize. 　　"It's alright, you're new to this, let's put your libido in control," he says, then gently kisses me again. This time, they are pure and kind. The slow movement he makes lets me feel and trace his soft smooth lips thoroughly, their thickness, their sha