She panted, her lips apart and breasts heavily moving up and down. When she looked into his eyes, she could see that they were sparkling.
"I..Phantasy struggled for what to say. Words werent coming in so she moved her face closer, lips close to his and swallowed hard hinting that she wanted a kiss. "I dont know..."
He chuckled and lowered his head. When he looked up again, his eyes had turned misty and his pupils were slightly dilated. Slowly he whispered. "Do you want to relieve that night?"
On cue, flashbacks came into her mind. The pant and slaps of bodies entwined. How she was rolled and tossed and turned. The gripping and.... she snapped herself out of a daze and stares at him.
"Kiss me. Kiss me like that night."
"I am afraid that is impossible Miss Winter."
Her brows furrowed and she licked her lower lip which he followed and it made him grip the table harder. "Why not?"
