54 - Do I want it?

MORGANA FOSTER

None of those naughty thoughts now, Morgana. None. We continue eating in silence after your declaration. The food is perfect. When we finish eating, he clears the table and puts the dishes in the dishwasher.

"Let's go to the living room," he says, leaving and I follow him, looking at my own shoes. In the living room, we sit side by side and continue to have another glass of wine. If I don't get drunk on the next glass, I swear I'll kiss him.

It doesn't take long for him to take the initiative to kiss me, intensely and desperately. He's full of slow touches around my neck and waist, squeezing every damn piece of skin out of the dress. His tongue brushes my lips, asking for entrance, and I give in without much of a fight.

I pull his shirt over his head and his chest is completely exposed, my hands now able to explore him with better visibility. He lays me down and pulls me to his chest, grunting as I slide down him. I give myself a second to breathe before leaning in and k