
"There," she said, re-entering the room and handing him his glass, then taking the end of the davenport across from him. "So… how do you like our little place?"
He watched her ease herself gracefully into the corner of the sofa, catching at her robe as she crossed her legs, but not before he caught a flickering view of white smooth, outer-thigh flesh, and his cock lurched in his pants excitedly.
"Cosy," he said, his eyes dwelling upon the fine-lined bone structure of her smiling, enchanting face, the absence of makeup and her unbelievable, girl-like freshness intriguing him. Her tiny white teeth sparkled, enframed in the natural redness of her full mouth, while those eyes… oh Christ, those magnificent, exotic eyes were too much…
"Yeah, you've got quite a place here. A little open, but there's a warmth, nevertheless. I think it's you."
Susan ran the tip of her tongue along her upper lip. She raised her drink and sipped at it, while he did the same, nearly consuming half of his. Dear God, they were playing a game, weren't they, she realized. Yes… yes, they were… both waiting and watching for the cue that would allow them to come together. And she wanted him! Face it! She wanted him! How long had it been? Months… a lifetime, really! God… God. She had to keep control of herself… couldn't give in to this wanton desire that was eating at her… He said something; she answered. She said something; he answered. Again and again. She made a second drink… a third… then, he was on the couch beside her… his arms went around her… she gave herself… he kissed her…
