Sultry Sunday

“I want to taste you and then have you taste yourself on my lips,” he said when their lips parted. “Okay?”


She nodded because she didn’t trust herself to speak. Her heart fluttered and she felt a twinge between her legs.


He lay down next to her and unrelentingly kissed her with a passion she’d never felt before. He scooped her into his arms and held her tight against his body. She could feel his heart beating alongside her own.


His right hand found its way up her shirt and hastily found her breast. As he fondled it she could hear moans of pleasure escaping his mouth in between their passionate kisses.


Her hands were exploring his upper body through his clothing. She could feel his rippling muscles through his shirt and it sent a wave of excitement through her body. The twinge between her legs was rapidly mounting.


When their lips parting both gasps for their own breathe.


“Damn,” he muttered.