"Oh, Stella, I'm a selfish man, and once I get a taste I will always want more," his words stirred a cloud of doubt that threatened to ruin the moment. But his hand came to the rescue, wading off any invading thoughts as it slid over her hip, stirring her need aflame once again.
"Are you sure about this?"
She rose her hand to his shoulders as she replied, "Yes."
As soon as the words left her mouth, he cupped her face and pulled her toward him, crushing his lips against hers in a fierce dance that intensified the heat they ignited.
His breath was edgy with impatience as one hand remained cupping her face, and the other trailed down impatiently, testing the ridges and curves of her body. Her breath came in short gasps that intensified his need, causing his cock to throb impatiently.
"My God, you're so intoxicating," he whispered against her lips.
