Our love was passionate, loud and wild and covered the entire king sized bed. She’d try to get away from my tongue and teeth and I’d try to get aw...ay from hers but neither of us wanted to admit we were done. We lay next to each other later, wanting more but accepting that we needed time to recover. ‘Is it going to be this way every time we get together?’ I asked. ‘You mean trying to eat each other up?’ she asked. ‘Probably.’ ‘I’d better find my own apartment then,’ ‘I wanted to talk to you. I would always laugh it off and change the subject much to Dans displeasure.By now we'd brought our own home and I recall one night we where making love in the bedroom, all over the bedroom actually and at one point Dan picked me up and sat me on the window ledge (inside) and then opened the curtains as he knelt down and started teasing my pussy with his tongue I just lent back and enjoyed the experience not thinking too much about the curtains, as Dan encouraged me to stand facing the window,. What was I thinking, what was I doing? We tried to embrace but a Honda with bucket seats isn't ideal for hugging. He suggested moving to his vehicle, which had a lot more room and I instantly agreed. In fact, when we got out of my car, I boldly said, “ Why don’t we get into the back?” Michael dropped the seats and he helped me climb into the back. We were like two starving teenagers. We immediately went back to kissing and his hands roamed my body. I felt him cup a breast and I gasped. Before I. It had taken her a long time to get over Jack – almost a year in fact. There had been no one since. She had had offers, of course, but had turned them down. Her studies were far too time-consuming anyway, men were just a distraction and besides, she had no desire to be hurt again. Her fragile heart still bore the painful scars Jack had etched upon it. There was a clatter from the entrance to the café and Olivia looked up, startled. A scruffy young man with curly brown hair and a red face was.