I looked at him, bitting my lips; I knew that he knew just what I wanted. I wanted him. He leaned in and kissed me, I felt his lips being pressed against mine, I wanted more of it. I wanted more of him. I can taste the sweet honey tea we drank earlier. I bit his lip, giving him the permission to devour me. I pushed him back against his seat, and I got right on top of him. I can feel his warm hands on my back gliding down into my shorts. I looked at him, and I smiled. He had this smirk and that glare in his eyes that drove me wild.
He whispered in my ear "I want you."
I sat up, looked at him and wiped his lips.
The sweet taste of honey tea, and a sign of my victory.
