Passion and Desire

Dahlia was momentarily taken aback, and she was unresponsive for a few seconds. But then she went on her knees to be on the same level he was.

His lips glided slowly and expertly over hers, savouring her flavour and the softness of her lips for the first time. His hand tangled at the back of her hair, tugging the locks gently, but firmly.

Dahlia felt sweet tingles, and flutters in the pit of her stomach. At that moment, she was experiencing some kind of euphoria she hadn't experienced before, her whole body jolting awake and alert. But still it wasn't enough, she needed more. All the pent up frustrations she had had with him came at her in a flood of desires, even surprising her.

The deep masculine groan that escaped his throat told her that she was not the only one feeling frustrated. They both needed more from each other. They had teased themselves for too long.

Dahlia pulled out of this kiss, her brain hazy. She got up and began to undress, while his gaze remained steady on her,