She let go of me again, another drink of wine. I left my hand holding her hip and followed her movements as she reached for her glass, following her as she moved. Could feel her bare skin beneath the fabric.

"Mmmm. I like the way WE taste." She set the glass down, "Goes good with the wine."

She faced me again and I kissed her, a little harder this time. Hungry. Pressing myself to her, she began to lean back along the sofa as I followed. Her arms curling up over her head as she leaned back, and draping her hands over the arms of the sofa, letting her head...