Friday, 5 September 2014
'I need you', he groaned.
She smiled, the attention warming her. 'What do you need sweetheart?', she asked.
'You!' he continued quickly, 'Your lips. I need to kiss you.'
He looked hungry, hard to control, and she felt her own need responding. 'Sorry sweetie, only my feet, for now'. The words tasted good.
She melted into her seat as he slowly knelt, head bent, his lips warm against her toes.