As he tasted her sweet lips, Bartholomew could feel his body continuously burn with desire for her. He then released her from their kiss, looked at her, and smiled. Yvette had returned his smile, as he marveled at just how beautiful she truly was. She was just as he had always remembered her.
Gently, he began to stroke her delicate features. Her skin was soft, and warm, as it was more than pleasing to the touch. He then placed a light kiss upon her cheek, as his lips started to move their way down to her neck. As he did so, his kisses became more hungry and more ravenous.
To his delight, she began to moan. For he was the one who was pleasing her, and he would soon help her to forget about her unfaithful lover. While he kissed the one side of her neck, he began to gently caress the othe
