Damien
"Hey, I can pour a glass of wine if you would like," I say, pressing my forehead against hers.
She flashes me a bright smile.
"I would like that, but you know what I would like more?" she asks, her hand rising to my cheek, stroking my chin, and then up to my temples.
"Hmmm," I hum, wanting her to continue.
"You," he adds. "I want you."
She wraps her around around my neck, pulling me closer to her face, and when my lips meet mine, I am lost!
She kisses me with a lot of hunger and passion, I am startled and turned on all the same. I pull her uneven closer so that her front is pressed flatly against mine. I want to devour her presence. I want to relish the feeling of her body against mine.
I kiss her back feverishly, shamelessly moaning into her mouth, over stimulated by the taste of her mouth.
Shit!
This won't do.
