Something like triumph briefly flashes in his eyes, and then he lowers his head, touching his lips to mine. His strong arms wrap around me, molding me against his powerful body.
He's fully aroused; I can feel the hard ridge of his erection against the softness of my belly. He's stroking my mouth with his lips, his tongue. He tastes sweet, from the papaya we just had.
Fire surges through my veins, and I close my eyes, losing myself in the overwhelming pleasure of his kiss. My hands creep up to his chest, touch it shyly.
I can feel the heat of his body, smell the scent of his skin—male and musky, strangely appealing. His chest muscles flex under my fingers, and I can feel his heart beating faster.
He backs me toward the bed, and we fall on it. Somehow my hands are buried in his thick, silky hair, and I'm kissing him back, passionately, desperately.—I'm not thinking at all.
