"Oh, one thing," she said and walked toward the closet."Oh, one thing," she said and walked toward the closet. At the last second, she turned, raised one hand to pull my face down to her and she kissed me. I jerked back as if her lips were on fire. She gave me a look of reproach. "Please?" And did it again. This time I was ready, mentally as well as physically. About ten seconds into the kiss, my arms went around her. Sometime not too long after that, our lips opened and her tongue flicked into my mouth. And within a minute, I was holding her tightly to me and then I was running my hands over her back and hips and butt and caressing the side of her face. She was hugging back, too, plastering her lithe, richly curved body against me. The press of her ripe, solid breasts against me and the sinuous lean rest of her moving against me did nothing to hasten the end of that kiss. We had to come up for air, though. Her eyes were closed and her lips slightly parted and there was a bit of a flush to her face and it extended down as far as I could see to her chest and breasts. Those beautiful eyes opened and focused on mine. The smile hinted in her face this time was not at all amused. It was a smile of sudden certainty, of pleasure at having a suspicion confirmed, of resignation to a fate that is not displeasing. Before she spoke again, I knew at least part of what she would say. "I will not leave this house until you have taken me to bed and made love to me," she said, and kissed my beard to seal the vow. |