His warm embrace felt so good, I never wanted it to end. He lifted my chin up, to stare into my eyes. If it is true, like my aunt always said, how a person’s eyes are a window to their heart, then I know he could see right through my window and see all of the love and lust I was feeling for him. He took his finger and traced my lips very softly, all the while staring into my eyes. His silky black eyebrows were slightly knitted together. Still holding me against him, his hand at the small of my back, he removed his fingers from my lips to gather up a handful of my long black hair, bringing it to his face to inhale it’s fragrance. All the while, he never stopped looking into my eyes.
     Just being near him was driving me crazy. The way he’d softly stroked my behind, giving it little squeezes, just before he’d gathered my hair in his hand, had sent little sparks through my body, making me feel all woozy and warm. I was grateful for his strength; as he held me up, I was sure I was no longer able to stand on my own. He continued to stare into my lust filled eyes. I knew he could devour me if he wanted to. I could hold his gaze no longer.

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