Attila grabs my hand and squeezes. His eyes probe me. Then, as I don’t blink, a somewhat ironic smile develops on his face, revealing a white canine.
“I want you.”
He leans forward and his body itself is almost glued to mine. I lower my head; my forehead is up to his neck. I can smell him. A strong fragrance. A scent that he must be courageous to wear; something softwood, complex. I can’t wait. Can’t wait to get a taste of his skin.
Eyes half-closed I move my lips. They brush against his neck muscles. Through his clothes, I feel a heat that radiates the desire he feels emanate from him and envelop me. My mouth prolongs its caress, pressing the carotid to feel his pulse quicken. He does not even touch me and my hands travel lightly over his chest, his back, his neck until my fingers get
