Daddy's Kitten
he whispered, arms opening.
She crawled onto the bed, robe falling open to bare her curves. With no rush, he pulled her atop him gently, hands framing her face, thumbs tracing her jaw. Their lips met soft, a brush of warmth, tongues touching lightly, tasting mint and desire. The kiss deepened slowly, his mouth claiming hers with languid strokes, tongue gliding along hers in velvet slides.