The passionate desire

She liked being near him. She liked the sound of his voice, she liked the smell of his cologne, and she especially liked the way his stubble felt against her skin.

She sighed happily as he rested his hands on either side of her and began kissing her neck. He paused momentarily as he caught her scent. He buried his nose in her neck and inhaled deeply.

She shuddered in delight as he released a deep moan. She reached up and stroked the back of his neck lightly.

"Max…" she whispered seductively, her breath catching in her throat.

His lips moved slowly down her neck towards her chest as his hands slid further beneath the hem of her skirt, rubbing circles against her exposed thighs.

She moaned as his hands rubbed against her inner thigh. He stopped for a moment as he placed his palms against her. He gazed up at her.

"Your panties are soaked," he muttered, his eyes darkening slightly.

She looked down at her legs, realising that she was indeed wet. She swallowed nervously.

"They are?"

"Yea