Melanie.
A kiss filled with hunger. Years of need.
I don't hesitate. I match his kiss with an intensity of my own. My lips crash his, pressed tight; not a space between us.
I've dreamed of this. Yearned to relieve this moment. Questioned myself, if the kisses, touches and the love making had even existed. But in this fevered kiss, I recall everything.
I hold him tight, as he presses himself into me, his fingers climbing my bare arms, brushing my nipples. The touch, electric. Thrilling. Warmth reaching a familiar spot inside my thighs.
I moan into him; he smiles against my lips.
"Rita…I've dreamt of this for days since I saw you again."
His voice thick with need. Desire. His tongue dances inside my mouth. He kisses my jawline, my neck. Nuzzling the crook of my neck, grazing the shell of my ear with his breath. I lean into his lips, seeking his mouth for more kisses.
He doesn't hesitate, he kisses me again.
