A morning kiss as a start

You approach Robert with a mix of anticipation and nervousness, not sure what he's planning.

Once you're in arms reach, you're pulled in close without warning as he wraps an arm around you. Before you can react, he has your mouth pressed against his, his tongue invading your mouth.

True to his claims of being a lady's man b before the disappearance of all the women, he's a remarkably skilled kisser, quickly sweeping you into a haze of pleasure.

You find yourself casually pulled into his lap as he slowly ends the kiss, and you're relieved not to have to stand on your currently shaky legs.

"What..." You gasp, a little breathless while he smiles down at you from a few inches away.

"Just a good morning kiss. A good way to start the day, don't you agree?"

His face is calm and composed, a little amused even, in complete contrast to your flushed cheeks and breathless mouth.

He obviously is a little more effected than he's letting on though; you can feel the evidence poking you from down below.