My tongue explores the treasures of your mouth as I rise up from my seat to press into the kiss knocking over my glass of wine, but I don't care. All that matters at this moment is our lips touching and a hearts connecting in this kiss.
A murmured moan as we kiss under the stars. My hands migrate lower pressing you tight against my growing need for you. A need I communicate with a growl of desire as we kiss.
My hand reaches up to sift fingers through your soft long hair. I love the feel of it running between my fingers.
I lay a series of kisses on your lips soft and gentle but communicating the burning embers under the surface. Another moment we'd ignite and let the inferno of passion scorch both of us down to our very souls.
The sound of your purring into our kisses raises my passion for more of you. My hand traces down the contours of your body over your dress to take a handful of your buttock to pull you in tighter against me.
I move my kisses down to the side of your neck, concentrating them to the soft area beneath the earlobe. My hand begins pulling up the skirt of your dress to feel the smooth texture of the back of your thigh under my fingertips.
Engulfed in the slow intense pleasure of exploring freeing your shirt from your waistband as hands now slither over your abs and around to caress up and down your back.