Amaya was lying on top of Marx. Her chest was on his chest. Marx's arms circled her waist. She lifted her head and her starry eyes gazed into two ocean-blue ones.
Marx's heart went ballistic as he saw his face reflected in her light brown orbs. No, it looked amber.
"Thank you so much, Marx. You made me very happy." Amaya talked softly. Her warm breath fanned Marx's face.
Marx lost control. His right hand went upward and rested behind Amaya's back. Then he pulled her gently and captured her lips.
Amaya's mind went blank. Marx had kissed her a few times but this time, he was more passionate and demanding. He pushed his tongue into her mouth demanding entry.
Amaya opened her mouth and surrendered to him. In the few times they kissed, Amaya has learned to breathe and to respond.
