an encounter

He slowly undid her zipper, surprised at how much it sounded like a rusted machine.
She loosely draped her arms around his neck and brushed her soft lips ever so lightly against his strong jaw.
He hadn’t shaved in a few days, and he pulled away quickly, his face hot with embarrassment. He didn’t want his scruff to irritate her perfect face.
Feeling his moment of discomfort, she let a small smirk show and slipped her hand up into his hair pulling his face down to meet hers, their eyes met and she felt her insecurities melt away for a moment.
He closed his eyes and leaned forward, unprepared for the ecstasy created when their lips touched. His hands tugged at her belt loops, pulling her closer, feeling her chest against his.
The feeling of being so close to someone and still wanting, needing to be closer overwhelmed her and a small shiver ran through her as she parted her lips ever so slightly and pressed herself against him.
Their lips parted as he kissed her cheek, then her jaw, slowly making his was down her neck, each kiss more passionate than the last. His teeth sank down into her neck, gently yet somehow forceful.
She slowly leaned her head back and let a small moan escape her lips, she focused on the feeling of his teeth grazing her neck, her body craving the passion he was so graciously giving her.