Our lips met. His lips were soft, yet insistent. We parted, looked at each other, then kissed again. He aimed for my bottom lip, and I sank into his arms as he embraced me. I felt his lips part and his tongue tentatively explore. I responded by letting my tongue touch his, before I, too, embraced him. I felt a rising excitement at having this young, virile man, only twenty years old, here with me. Our lips parted once more and Daniel began to rain kisses upon my cheek, then down below the ridge of my jaw to the neckline close to my ear. I sighed, the contact suddenly sending a zing through my heart.

I needed this. Five long years had passed since Jake, and now I had this gorgeous young stud. I could scarcely believe my luck.

He kissed his way down my neck from my ear to my collarbone, before I felt his hand gently caress my right breast. The sudden touch inflamed me, and immediately I sensed a gaping, cavernous need inside me, a need too long denied, too long ignored, a great, roaring, thirsty, hungry kind of feeling; a searing, desperate-to-be-quenched raw need that scared me as much as it thrilled - and I took it.

"Oh, Daniel," I panted. "I need this - I need this so badly - I need you!"

In between kisses, Daniel replied, "You've turned me on since I first saw you yesterday. I've wanted to touch you so badly - I didn't think I would ever -"

My lips cut him off as I kissed him back. That was it - a huge flame of passion ignited within me; I felt a sudden passion as the fire burned within me. I was consumed with desire - I HAD to have him.