Promise of passion

Eve led me to the bedroom with deliberate steps. Her hands found the edge of my shirt first, then worked down to the button of my jeans. She kissed me slow and open, letting our tongues meet. Once my clothes hit the floor she knelt between my thighs and ran one fingertip along the seam of my underwear. When she pulled the fabric aside and licked me full and flat I clenched the sheet hard. The tip of her tongue circled until the ache broke into rhythmic pulses, and every next touch only sharpened that need. Now I crave the taste and heat of another woman with the same single-minded appetite.