I kissed her on the cheek and giggled. “I love this place,” I said. “It’s beautiful. Thank you for bringing me here.”
Her mouth was open as she whispered my name, and I didn’t give her a chance to try to turn this moment into something sensible; I leaned forward quickly and kissed her open lips, letting my tongue slide into her mouth. At first, it was only my lips pressing against hers; she seemed too terrified to respond. But moments later, her arms encircled me, held me tightly and her own lips became passionate and demanding.
I knew then that she wanted me as much as I wanted her. I dropped to my knees, dragging her with me, kissing her deep and long, probing her mouth with my tongue. I put my fingers to her blouse and began to unbutton her shirt. I was determined not to let this moment escape us. I wanted to make wild, crazy love with this woman – to hear her cry out with pleasure.
I bit her her lips gently, sucking them into my mouth and let her pull my tongue into her mouth. Neither of us spoke, but I heard a low keening sound as she moaned.
My hand was inside her bra, squeezing her breasts, finding a nipple. And she, too, discarded her shyness: Her hands were under my skirt, stroking the smooth flesh of my thighs.
As I rolled her nipple between my thumb and first finger, I felt her finger slide under my panties. At that moment, I knew she was mine.
I pulled back and looked into her deep, blue eyes. Her hand trembled as she worked it toward my pubic mound. “Come closer,” I said, though very little space separated us.
She moved closer to me, and I helped her take off her shirt, and then reached around to unhook her bra.
“Raise your hips,” I said. She complied, and I reached under her skirt to removed her panties.
“Now, lay back.”