Out in the rain

Xander stared at her for a while and then at her lips, he recalled the first kiss she gave him and the kiss she shared with him in the pool. He recalled all the kisses they'd shared and now, he wanted to kiss her and not only kiss her. Kiss her, explore her, feel her, fuck her so hard like he'd dreamt and mate with her but that was a never happening dream.

Stacy was too complex, he didn't understand her at all, what she wanted was never clear to him, not even a little. She came to seduce him, which girl wouldn't know that seducing and touching a man's penis could turn him on and drive him cray-cray but she went ahead and made him mad about her and now, she was scared of losing her flower. Gosh! Stacy was like the subject named mathematics, too complicated.

"That's not a request," he told her about to travel another spoon to her mouth but she didn't open her mouth. He gave her the wine but she refused.

"I just want you to kiss me like you use to"

"Why?"