Cassandra Leone:-
The lips of Eliseo touched mine once more and the kiss grew deeper. It was no caressing now but a devouring possession, a collision of mouths and teeth and tongues. I could taste the ironiness of blood at the corner of his lip where it had been earlier, and the salt of our intermingling tears. His hands clasped my face, and he tilted it upward, and his kiss ran down my line to my neck, his tongue flicking over the pulse which had thumped wildly under my flesh.
He got me down once more on the bed, his body pressing me but his movements gentle, gingerly. Carefully, he pulled my dress down my shoulders, bit by bit, uncovering me. The cool air touched my overheated piel, then his tongue, and it licked, tasted, appropriated each turn of the exalted flesh. My breasts leaked f
