*Gina*
I love the feel of that lush beautiful mouth against mine. His tongue traces the seam between my lips, almost a tickling, a teasing, and then with a bit more sureness. I no doubt should have admitted that I have never been kissed, and have never wanted to be. This fire between us, or whatever it is, is only physical. He is such a gorgeous man, how could I not be drawn to him ? Why he fancied me is beyond knowing.
Perhaps he is simply tired of the posh in his life.
Then his tongue slides into my mouth, and I am no longer analyzing his reasons. I am simply parting my lips farther and enjoying the full taste and feel of his urgency, his passion, his wildness. I sense he is holding back, either because he detects my inexperience or is concerned about my blasted injury. The wound ach
