He stopped short of asking his next question. Leaning back against the front window, she pushed her legs out straight. He slid his body closer. Shifting his left hand to rest on top of her right, he leaned forward, his face almost touching hers. Her head tilted down, her eyes rose to meet his. He bent forward, hesitated, their lips inches apart. The first kiss was a gentle questioning peck. Was she receptive to more? She bent her head slightly to her right. He slowly and gently kissed her again and again. Her eyes closed, her head fell back, as he pushed his mouth on to hers.
Her head burned, her heart raced and all her inhibitions disappeared. Arms lying limp at her sides, she became lost in his passions. His hands raced over her body, rising to cup a breast and pinch hard on a nipple. Pulling it up and out, then releasing it to spring back in. She sucked in hard when his hand pushed down between her legs driving fingers toward her wetness. She grabbed his wrist, trying to push him away, but it was too late. A finger punched it’s way in. Her legs went limp, her brain crackled, as one finger followed the other.