Drink it in little girl

“Drink it in, little girl”

It was not exactly , but it was definitely sensual. His hand on my neck, and around his neck were my arms. Lips to lips, he poured in and I drank him in — was he Golden Champagne? But the colour of his eyes were Red Wine.

He grinned victoriously upon seeing me getting tipsy from his kiss, and he knew that I wanted more. More, more. Like a drunkard longing for drink, I longed for more of his touches. His low chuckles sounded like bubbling liquid, a drink poured into crystal glass. And I found my lips looking for his, feeling dry without them on mine.

After another kiss filled with a hum, husky voice caught in my ears. “Hungry little kitten, aren’t you?”

Hungry… yes, I had been empty for the last few days. Cold and numb; the sky also cried along with me.

“I see… I should look forward for tonight then. Since I know you wouldn’t sacrifice your present moment, being a busy woman you are. The only problem is, I know that whatever fire you up now might not last until tonight.”

To this, a clumsy apology tumbled out of my lips. I had but just a short time left to enjoy, before I had to go again to attend to my business… I asked him whether he would let me drink him in the meantime.

“Milady, my lovely lonely girl…” and further, he answered me with another kiss.