She pressed her nose into him and inhale the intoxicating scent of him- sandalwood, vanilla, and citrus. He leans forward to taste her waiting mouth. Slowly, and then furiously, their tongues danced to a rhythm only they could understand. Paris moans, touching him anywhere her hands can reach. One hand tugged on locks of his long hair while the other hand caresses his shoulder.
From my work-in-progress sequel, “Secrets To Live By.”
Pamela E. Hester ©2017