Taste

They sat watching the city lights below them.
It was so beautiful.
The lights twinkling like the stars had all landed on the ground.
He looked over at her and she was sitting next to him, a scant inch away.
She smiled.
His heart sped up.
It was time for his bite.
His one taste of that delicious mouth.
To feel her skin under his fingertips just once would satisfy. Or would it?
His fingers snaked into her hair feeling the silken strands slide over his skin and his mouth crashed down onto hers.
The built up passion was overwhelming and he deepened the kiss. Tasting her deeply and shivering at the flavor of her.

They broke the kiss and stared into each others eyes, breathing heavy and knowing this was not going to be the only time.
He wrapped his arms around her, buried his face in her hair and sighed. He needed more. Always more.

The smell of her hair, the taste of her mouth, the feeling of her skin seemed to have got inside him, or into the air all around him. She had become a physical necessity.

He knew there was not going to be only one taste.