Another Taste

Disclaimer: This is an original story based on one night at a local bar. This is of my own work please do not copy or use with out concent.

Another Taste

 "Yes...but how do you know its not a tournament?" he asked, his honey gold eyes looking through her.

 

She turned her head to look at the darts game in progress behind her; when she turned back to answer his question she found his eyes half lided and his mouth inches from her own. In one smooth, flowing movement he leaded in and pressed his soft warm lips against hers. She opened her mouth to gasp and he took advantage of the moment, sweeping his tongue across hers. Suddenly all sound ceased; she no longer heard the bar patrons, the whoosh of the darts or the crack of the pool table; only the sound of their breathing filled her ears. All the world fell away and the only thing she was aware of was the gentle press of his lips against hers and the hunger for more that boiled just beneath her skin. The kiss lasted only a few moments, but to her it had been a lifetime, but not nearly long enough. As they parted she found that every fiber of her being was reaching out for him and screaming for his touch.

 

"...Yes...but how do you know...?"he reasked his question while taking a pull of his beer.

 

"...I...have no idea...."and the truth was, she no longer cared; she only wanted another taste.