He placed his hand against her cheek and softly caressed her skin. She pressed against his palm and closed her eyes as a soft sigh escaped her lips. He watched her breasts rise and fall with every breath and her nipple became excited.
“Are you wet?” he asked. But all she could do was nod.
He dropped to one knee and pulled her panties down over her hips and to the floor. Her arousal glistened on the folds of her sex and his nostrils flared as his carnal lust began to consume his senses. He stood, resisting the urge to pull her to the floor and devour her right there. Instead, he took a step closer, backing her against the wall.
He leaned down to kiss her and in the moments that followed, their tongues dueled as he caressed her breast and nipple with one hand and the small of her back with the other. He inhaled sharply, sucking the breath from her lungs, catching her off guard. She nervously shifted her weight from one foot to the other, anxious to inhale and fill her lungs again. He paused before he began to slowly exhale, and her legs began to tremble. In that moment she realized how much she wanted him, how much she needed him, and how she would surrender completely if only he would quench the fire raging in her soul.
