I turned myself to her and opening my mouth began to run my tongue over her upper lip, and over the ridge of her teeth, could feel her begin to breath harder, pressing her mouth to me. I felt her lean back into the sofa cushion and I followed her back.

She ran her hand over the top of my head, tussling, playing with my hair as we kissed. The warmth between us rising, leaning as we did onto the sofa, sinking lower until we were laying there side by side facing each other.

We stopped, and quietly lay like that, looking at the other. Her eyes were moving over...