This was originally posted on my first blog back in 2015. Enjoy!
Her heart was pounding in her ears. She shifted her weight in toward him, her breasts making contact with the contours of his chest. Her back burned where his hand slid up to gently cup the back of her neck. Her fingers trembled as she traced a ghost trail up his forearm. His breath was a jet of steam on her cheek and it quickened in response to her touch. He smelt of cologne and heat; the most intoxicating scent she had ever come across. She licked her lips and felt him shift even closer. She closed her eyes. She could feel his breath on her lips now; the smooth skin of his lips as he traced her own. Need exploded within her core; she had never wanted anyone more. The anticipation became an ache. Ultimately, his lips came down upon hers, soft and gentle with a growing desire. A small groan of pleasure that she could not contain escaped her.
E. E. Wildwood 