She was not a woman to take advantage of, no, she was a refined woman who knew what she wanted. She could be his mother's age and even have a few years to spare. He took the last puff of his smoke and put it out in the ashtray as her hand still rested on him.
"Are you sure?" he asked, leaning down, gently cupping her face, and kissing her lips lightly, making her body shiver under his touch.
'fuck! Why'd she have to be responsive?' he thought.
"Please..." she whispered, putting her gentle lips back on his and kissing him like it was all she wanted. He was no man to deny her. At that moment, his guilt and all other things didn't matter; he just wanted to never part ways with this woman.
He held her up to his chest from her waist, their tongues lashing and lips caressing, a few soft whimpers escaping her throat.
