The single lamp shed a pool of light, leaving the couch in semi-darkness. Eyes closed, Leini reclined against its armrest, struggling for breath. Her hair was a likely mess. The buttons on her blouse were undone, skirt bunched around her waist. With arms around Bill, she held him to her, responding to his kisses. Her skin burned and she pressed closer, body straining for his caresses, for more of him. On top of her, Bill’s face gleamed with perspiration, eyes closed. Clutching him to her, she adjusted her body to his, heart drumming fast from excitement and a touch of fear. Everything about this situation was new to her. Bill was experienced; he knew how to bring her to heights of passion she never guessed existed. During the close to three months since they made up after he failed to phone as promised, they’d been together practically every day. Bill gathered her blouse to cover her naked breasts. He tugged the skirt over her knees and sat next to her. Coming out of a trance-like state of arousal, Leini opened her eyes to gaze at him.
