I ran my hands through his legs. His skin was warm and inviting, asking for more. I stripped him of his shirt, felt the toughness of his chest. Our eyes met - his were brown, hungry. My stare went down as he wet his lips. Blood rushed to my head as lust drove in. In a second we were kissing, touching, like wolves craving for meat. The kiss was dizzying, my world was spinning uncontrollably as his tongue played swords with mine. Wet, wild, insatiable. 

I broke away and run my wet lips to his neck, licking, sucking as I go. He moaned and grabbed my hair, willing me to go lower. And I did. I traced my down to the contours of his check, nibbling gently at his nipples. I felt the pressure on my scalp as his grip tightened around my hair. I found my way to his navel and drowned it with my tongue. He let out a groan of pleasure and his fire bolted through me. I suddenly became aware of the wetness between my legs. 

He pushed my head lower, almost begging. I felt him, he was hard, excited, as blood rushed through his skin. He found my lips again as I started unzipping his pants. He cupped me as he kicked his trousers out of the way.