The Promise

Tina took a sip of the champagne, set the glass on a nearby stand, and then swallowed nervously as she ran her gaze over his sculpted body. The muscles in his chest were nicely toned from heavy-duty work. The water slid down over his skin, some into the soft curls peeking from his boxers. Her gaze focused on the outline of his cock as the wet fabric clung to it, and her heart quickened and pussy clenched. She'd felt the strong outline of his arousal so many times from the hugs they shared, but always through clothes. What would it feel like to hold it in her hands, run over the soft flesh with her tongue, and accept him into her body?

"I..." She shook her head and grabbed his hand to prevent from swooning and slipping on the floor.

"Why are you so nervous, Tina?" He squeezed her hand in his. "You know me."

She laughed softly. "That's like asking me why I'm hungry."

"How can I make you at ease, then?

"Kiss me."

"What?"

What was she saying? Oh, but she was so tired of holding back her feelings for him. Tired of wanting and not having him.

"I said kiss me."

Craig stroked his fingers over her bangs, then traced the smooth brown skin on her cheek, as if admiring the texture of his roughened hands against her delicate face. Tilting her chin up, he brought her lips to meet his. His lack of hesitation did not surprise her, and she reached up to grasp the back of his neck with her fingers in acceptance. He tasted of sweet champagne and she wanted more of it. Their mouths parted and tongues flirted, and her body shivered in response, but not from the cold. Butterflies awakened in her stomach as their lips swept and roamed over each other's like a never-ending caress. She'd forgotten how gentle his kiss could be. Calloused, demanding hands. Soft, caring kisses. She loved every minute of it.