She kisses him passionately.
She couldn't help herself, she kissed him passionately. Part of her was disgusted by the thought of tasting her own vagina, but another part of her was so turned on by the thought of tasting her cunt juice on his mouth.
She put her arms around him tight and moved her head towards his. She decided that she wasn't going to piss about with just kissing his lips. Fuck that, she put her tongue straight into his mouth.
How she loved French kissing. She found the touch of tongues exhilarating. So soft, and smooth, and wet. She explored his mouth with speed and firmness. She wanted to eat his face off, oh! And those fucking eyes.
Her pussy was dripping, she could feel it running down her leg.
She wanted this kiss to last forever, and damn did he know how to use his tongue.
It was sometime before they come up for air. When they did she looked in his eyes with a desperate urgency and said "let's fuck."
His response was not what she expected.
"Rose, have you ever made love?"
She wasn't sure what he meant. She knew he wasn't asking or implying that she was a virgin. She knew it meant something else, but she didn't know what.
She looked at him and saw he was sincere, she looked down coyly and responded softly, "I don't know"
She felt vulnerable, exposing her lack of knowledge, what could he mean?
She looked up at him hopeful and expectant that she would understand by looking into his eyes.
He smiled kindly and gently.
She felt safe with him.
He gently and deliberately removed the rest of her clothing. She just stood there not knowing what to expect.
Once she was disrobed he finished undressing himself. He reached out and grabbed her hand lightly. She knew they would go to the bedroom now. She led the way.
When they reached the bed he moved his hand up beside her face and moved aside the hair which had fallen over her eye. His touch was gentle, and... and...caring?
She was not familiar with this. She was used to getting down to business and fucking hard. After all that is how she liked it. But he wasn't doing that. She felt confused, but wanted to discover more.
He held her and laid her down on the bed so gently, lying beside her as he did so. He didn't pull her close or touch her where she would have expected and so wanted him too. Damn she needed a pounding.
Instead he reached up and stroked her hair. Then those damned eyes of his stared right into her soul. "Rose how has your day been?"
Of all the things he could have said in that moment, this was probably the least likely of what she could have ever imagined.
Not really sure how she should respond she said "Oh the usual."
She saw concern cross his face. "Rose that is very sad."
Normally such a comment would push her buttons and she would have screamed "Fuck you!" and thrown him out of her home. But she knew he meant no harm by his words. Meekly she uttered "why?"