It assured her of his grip. As she stood there, face up towards the ceiling, all she wanted, all her loins seem to want was his lips on hers, his tongue dipping in her mouth. And he finally did. Nothing in her life had ever felt as lively as this stranger’s tongue felt. It made her wet. Moist with anticipation. Anticipation of the unknown.
Without a warning, he scooped her up
She could feel his heart racing as she dangled from his arms, head against the chest. It assured her that she was not alone in this madness. He propped her against the bay window, and slowly knelt down in front of her. With a jerk he parted her legs and with another tore apart the piece of cloth that hid her soul. A single touch and she loosened up.