Passion.

There is a small fluttering flame, it starts in her core and she starts to crave more. Licking her lips in anticipation, she wants to taste. What a tease, taunting her across the table like they aren’t in public. She felt she had waited her due, she wants to be through, but she had to be thorough. Salty silken pleasure on her tongue. Sticky on her lips, remainders on her fingertips. She laps it like a kitten with cream. Excusing herself she wipes her face, finds her composure and puts back on her grace. He asks her how it was. She offers a small smile, and compliments the chef once more on the salted carmel cheesecake.