This was a mistake.
She kept repeating it over and over in her mind but she couldn’t inveigle herself to let go of him. He felt good against her, kissing and touching her. His lips were a perfect torment and even though she enjoyed the sensation of his lips on hers, she made the mistake of kissing him back at the party. He became her new addiction. The more he kissed her, the more she wants. She wanted him, mind, body and soul. She needed him to fill the empty ache in her heart and show her the ropes of real intimacy.
One of his hands left her face and she let his hand roam all over her. Feeling him kneading her breasts through her dress. Felt his thumb drawing circles over her hardened peaks. This man is going to be the death of her. Talented mouth. Talented hands. Just everything abou
