Round Eight

It was a basic need, she acknowledged that. She also couldn't deny that they share a passion so rare and strong that it could drown all coherent thoughts. She couldn't think of anything else except how his hands felt warm on her skin, how his mouth left tingling trails on where it landed. His hands rubbed up and down her back. He tore his mouth away from hers, making her moan in protest.

Just as she thought it all ends here, she thought wrong. He was now kissing his way to her left ear. She shivered as his tongue darted forward, tracing every curve and line of it.

He IS an expert in the art of seduction that was pretty obvious. Why else would she feel so... drowned in the sea of passion when they were merely kissing each other? And the natural instinct of human curiosity wondered how drowning and pleasurable would it be once he takes her to the promise brought about by the union of bodies between a man aand a woman.

Her nails dug in deeper on his shoulder as he started kissing his w