Thick as thieves, we huddled over our delicious coffee, bracing against the pelting rain on the awning above us. He blew softly atop the cups causing the steam to drift and fade in the damp air. As I watched his pursed lips the pull inside me began to warm every part, head to toe.
Overwhelmed, I licked my lips and kissed him deeply hoping for his approval. As our lips parted slightly, he groaned - Mmm...suddenly, coffee seems cold and pale. After a smirk, I looked up at him inquisitively, asking - Does it? He smirked in his manly way and whispered - Oh, yes - pressing his lips and body against me.
Now the dampness, the coffee, even the rain seemed to fade away except for our steam...it never drifted...it stayed.
