Sitting together. She is acutely aware of his presence, his body only inches away, she imagines the heat of his skin against hers. He shifts uncomfortably. He has been aware of the strong tension in the air, and now feels himself grow restless. She swallows.
He hears her spit in her throat and turns to look at her. She feels small and deeply vulnerable as she looks up into his penetrating gaze, she is reminded of a hawk. "Kiss me," he whispers.
Her genitals pulse and her heart skips a beat. She moves closer to him, and hesitantly, plants a soft kiss on his bottom lip, acutely aware of his hot breathing through his nose. He parts his lips for her. Gently she takes his bottom lip slowly into her mouth and begins to suck tenderly, feeling the soft flesh of his lip fill the entrance of her mouth.
She gently stops. He slowly moves his lips to the corner of her parted mouth, and touches this space gently with his tongue, repeatedly, driving her wild. She lets out a small whimper. He draws back to watch her. She slowly opens her eyes, and his gaze clouded, drunk. He kisses her more fervently, parting her lips with his, gently touching the tip of his tongue against hers, before swirling his tongue around inside of her mouth. She tastes the individuality of his breath, this warm, wet and slimy intimacy causing her to nearly lose her mind.
He abruptly stops and leads her, standing, to the bedroom.