The night had sunk deep into silence, and a sharp coldness lingered in the air. Outside, the wind whispered against the windows, but inside Philip's house, a different storm was building.
Philip's body burned with rising heat as Dahlia's mouth worked its magic on him.
"Hmmmm… Urrrghhh…" he moaned, repeatedly, the sounds echoing softly through the room.
Suddenly, she stopped, feeling the hardness intensify. Without a word, Philip pulled her up by her hair and kissed her, deep, slow, purposeful. It wasn't wild, it was emotional. A kiss that carried history.
They moved clumsily, hungrily, pushing each other from wall to wall, their lips never parting. As they continued, they began removing each other's items of clothing.
The lovemaking reached the point that Dahlia was only wearing her bra and pants… They're yet to even begin…
Philip then pushed Dalia to the bed. He started stripping off her underwear till Dalia became completely naked.
