The touch of her tongue, the texture, and her breath meeting his lips makes his blood rise, his shoulders tighten. He wants her closer and feels his arms fold around her. Her body holds him, the presence of her, right next to him. She sighs slightly, low and deep. Folded in his arms, their thighs meet for a moment and touch, like two lovers passing in a hallway, silently touching hands while never stopping. He is slipping into a dream, a trance as their tongues meet, explore and exchange secrets. She is so different than him, soft and delicate, but also with the unspoken power that some women have. A power that can make a man wild, forget all consequences, take all action, just to have her. And now the flame is overwhelming. Melting into him, he raises his hand upward to the back of her neck, her skin is like silk. And as his fingers slowly slip between her hair, he briefly catches her scent, the perfume of her. It is not something separate from her body, something placed on. It comes from somewhere else. From her intelligence, from her experience, her sensuality. A sensuality that lives in every inch of her body. In every movement, gesture or glance.
He must know. He has to know. And his other hand slides down her back, coming to know this woman. To her hips. My god, the contour of her body, her lower back, her bottom. He traces his fingers along the back of her, the tips of his fingers flirting with the intimate secrets there. He senses she is changing in the moment. Her breathing changes rhythm and pace as he finds her. And she, she senses something happening that is unclear and truly unknown. There is a new desire here. And she wants to reveal herself in a way she has never done before.