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His hand playing, tracing every curve of her face from her forehead to her eyes, to her nose then to her lips – to where his finger stayed longer, then to her chin.
With his pointing finger, he slowly and delicately moved her face towards his. They were looking eye to eye. Her eyes were tantalizing black, which may be an understatement, but they really were. It’s one of those that cannot be taken for granted parts of her body.
He slowly moved his face towards her. Her dimples appeared. She was smiling. Those were what caught his attention the first time he saw her. They were deep. Then he saw her closed her eyes as his lips came closer and closer and more closer. He felt her red soft lips, then slowly parted as she let him in.
He tasted her sweet tongue clashing against his and smelled her cherry fresh breath.
“Damn!” he thought.
“Hmmmm.” A moan broke free from her lips.
“Hmmmmm,” he reciprocated.
He softly bit her upper lip. She did the same to his lower lip. His big strong hand was now around her neck.
“Are you ready for this?” he whispered between their kisses, although he wished he did not ask it – she might change her mind.
She did not bother responding, though. She did not have to answer the obvious.
He felt her hands around his butt – clutching it.
He moved his hands on her jeans.
He slowly unbuttoned her pants. It was easy with his expert hands. Then he tried to yank it down. It won’t. Shit! He was just too excited he forgot to unzip the zipper.
He heard her chortle. He raised his eyes. He saw her biting her lower lip as if putting him to trance, her eyes teasing, like that of a drunk, lids almost shutting, but not and yet so attractive, like inviting.
He swallowed hard.
He reached for her zipper and unzipped – slowly, yes very slowly. He pushed it down but it was not easy. She helped him and alas, she was free from the pants.
He cupped her.
There again, he heard her moaned.
He unbuckled his belt, so fast – actually, very fast. He then pulled his pants down – together with his undergarment while their lips still together.
He reached for her hand and put it there. Without him saying what to do, she played with it, stroked it.
They were very much into it – kissing, touching, name it. Then suddenly, her phone rang.
They looked at each other. Their eyes spoke like saying, “Don’t mind it,” which she understood, and to which her eyes responded, “Yes, I won’t.”
But whoever was on the other side was persistent. The phone kept ringing.
“Shit.” She moved away from him. She reached for her phone in her pants’ pocket on the floor from where she was standing, and pulled it out.
“It’s mom,” she said, looking at him.
He nodded, saying, go on, talk to her.
She pressed the answer button.
“Mom…” she said. Her mom cut her from whatever she was about to say. He mom talked.
Her face turned pale. She was silent. Then the phone went off.
He looked at her, puzzled.
“Is there anything wrong?” he inquired.
The question seem to not reach her so he repeated. The second time, she looked at him, confounded. “My husband is alive,” she said perplexed.
to be continued