Her kiss was intense. It was the hungry embrace of a woman who was drowning in responsibility and in desperate need of physical release. She tore the towel from me and kissed her way down to my breasts. She flickered her tongue over my sensitive nipples and I gasped. I was still unacquainted with the sensations of the female form. She caught one nipple between her teeth and lightly bit it. Her eyes watched my every reaction. Gabrielle's attention was all consuming. She alternated between soft and rough perfectly. I was shaking by the time we hit the mattress. I reciprocated as the sexual tension ratcheted up a few notches....