Slowly, too soon, his hand left her, only to grasp her hip. His other hand retreated from her breast and turned her to face him. He drew her close, crushing her against him, drawing her tighter, deeper into his arms. His mouth found hers and she willingly opened her lips to his. His tongue plunged into her mouth, stroking, sucking, ravaging. Her hand found his shoulders and she clung to him, her insides liquefying with the heat he stirred.
He made no effort to hide his hunger. His desire. What he ultimately wanted from her.
A flash of realisation blinded her. He was hungry…for her. This was no joke. What he showed her was pure open honesty. She propelled him, this burning need as he devoured her mouth. She waited for a punch line. But there was none. He was asking. Taking. And she gave.
