Raul felt her soft lips against his and let her magic roll through him. Never in his life had he felt a need this intense. It had been like this for every godforsaken day since he'd met her. It beat deep from his soul and he knew in dark exasperation that it would never go away. He reached between them and began undoing the buttons that went all the way down her dress. When the slight curves of her soft white breasts were revealed above the lace of her bra, he lowered his head and took her silky skin in his mouth and suckled her there. She squirmed in his arms and lifted her hands between them, going to work on the buttons of his shirt, excitement boiling up within her. Her movements became frantic. "Shh. . . slow, sweetheart." He lifted his mouth from her breast and they worked on each other's buttons, the silence of the night broken by the panting breaths they were taking. They finished releasing the buttons together, and she began pushing his shirt off his shoulders. He complied with her silent request and shrugged his arms from the shirt, dropping it to the floor at her feet.
