I looked down at her face to see that she was smirking. She knew exactly what she was doing to me. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation of her clo...eness, when I felt her lips touch mine. Instantly, my entire body heated up. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her even closer. I felt her tongue pushing at my lips, so I opened my lips and met her tongue with my own. As we continued to kiss, I lifted her off the ground. She wrapped her legs around my body, and clung on tightly,. " she replied taking the bottle from my hand and setting it on the foyer table. "I need to remember that I am alive," she added as she moved closer and buried her face against my chest.We were very different people and I was a man half her age. Yet, none of that mattered at that moment. We both were crippled from the same deep loss and we both needed to feel the closeness of human touch again. She was right. I needed to feel alive again as well.With our passion set ablaze, I devoured her mouth. She held a glass full of wine, and another was waiting for me. The fire was highlighting her hair as before. Instead of silks, she was wearing the pink dress from dinner – with the same smile. I smiled weakly, memories from last night flooded back. She looked at me, and crossed one leg comfortably over the other. ‘Are you in the habit of making a lady wait?’ Alia asked sternly. She took a dainty sip of her wine as I stared. I was not sure if playing tonight was worth the risk. A repeat of last. If this were any other situation, this might feel kind of nice...but it didn't. This was too rough. She never thought it would be like this. Her pussy was swelling and she was having feelings that she never felt before. She was tingling and shivering, not from cold; she thought it had to be from her body's excitement. Her own body was betraying her. She did not want to enjoy this. She did, however, want this to be as quick as possible, so she didn't protest. She just let it all happen, deciding.