Taste of You on My Tongue

Tongue over her lips she tasted the wine and him. The taste of him on her tongue sent shivers of pure desire down her spine. A soft sigh of pleasure escaped her and she opened her eyes.
Her gaze took in his small smile, the way he watched her for the reaction he would get for what he had just done.
A mix of emotions flitted over her face in that short moment; astonishment, fear and need.
She was astonished for she had her bravado yesterday but today she felt shy and unsure so a soft blush would stain her cheeks every time she saw him.
The fear came from the unknown for he was that unknown entity in her life and that lack of control on her part was something she was unused to.
Then we came to the most pressing thing within; the need she felt. It was white hot at this moment, the anticipation was building and her palms itched with the desire to touch him.
Dare she touch him? Dare she return the passionate kiss he just laid upon her lips?
Yes. Oh yes she would touch him and so she did.
One hand lifted slowly and fingertips glided gently over the line of his jaw. Her eyes followed her fingers on their journey across his warm skin. She knew not to look into his eyes for she would lose her soul. She craved him like sweet cream. She wanted to devour him and taste every, luscious inch of his body. She knew her eyes betrayed her need for his smile grew. Oh damn the man for his arrogance but she secretly loved it.
Her own lips curved in a small smile of her own, calculating her next move, she has a secret smile that she knew drove him to distraction.
Fingertips continued on their journey until the pad of her thumb was caressing his bottom lip.
Fascinated she moved closer, eyes still locked on her mission, to feel him shiver with his own need. Biting her lip she trailed her thumb back and forth over his lips. Her mouth began to water and then her control broke a little and her other hand reached up to cup around the back of his neck. Now her eyes lifted to meet his and what she saw there almost sent her running out the door. The dark need, no it was not simple need it was the need to possess her, to own her and that shattered her bravdo. The heat that shot down between her legs to tingle and pulse with what was about to happen sent a small whimper into the quiet room. But she was tough, she was made of stern stuff and she dragged his head to her and crashed her lips into his. She would possess him.
She tasted him once again and drowned in the flavor of love.