I was so close to his arm. I equaled his hot kisses with mine. His lips followed a provocative rhythm, kissing me in a skillful way, as if he had long mastered this art. I didn't know that just a kiss could get rid of guilt. This is it.
So I was still very drunk when he withdrew the kiss. I catch my breath. He looked at me with dark weary eyes, lips parting a bit.
I almost shivered when his hand touched my waist. Every flick of his tongue was full of ardor. I was so close to his shoulder when he lifted me and put me down to the lawn beside the glistening river.
Crouching in front of me like a dominant hunter ready to end his long famine, he pulled my nape aggressively as he gave me an alluvion of intoxicating kisses.
A strange heat flared up in my body. His hand skillfully found the zipper of my dress and maneuvered it, while his hot kisses were traveling down to my jaw. I flinched at the caress of his hand on my back.
