"Mikel..." Sylvia whispered... dizzy from the man's kiss.
He sucked on her as if his life depended on it and as if he was sucking out her very soul.
There was an urge and greed in his kiss like he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to kiss her again.
He clutched her wet silver hair and pulled her closer, every time he tasted her lips.
His tongue slipped into her mouth and searched for hers like a treasure, and when it found hers, he rubbed them together, sending waves of pleasure down her body.
And as he pulled back, a string glittered under the moonlight.
Mikel gazed at the woman panting lightly in front of him. He wondered if he had crossed a line, but the next second, he found himself being once again pulled into her...
This time it was Sylvia who had kissed him first, with her arms tightly wrapped around his neck, more water droplets dripping down and wetting his chest and back.
