Ammi tried again to release her arm. She felt somewhat frightened, not so much of Mr. Durban as of her own response to him. Feeling a curious impulse to turn her hand and clasp her fingers around his, she looked up at him,unable to discern his thoughts from his expression. His face moved very close, his eyes watching her under half-closed lids. His lips softened, opening as if to speak, but instead he dropped his head and set his mouth on hers.
The hot, sweet feelings flowing over her astonished Ammi. Knowing she should push him away, even slap him, she still leaned into his body. Drawing a deep breath, she smelled a clean scent of soap and freshly laundered linen. Though closely shaven, his warm skin prickled her cheeks and chin. His body heat surprised her as his arms gathered her close and he deepened the kiss, his lips hot and gentle and moist. Then the kiss deepened as he twisted his head to press her lips open and slide his tongue against the tip of hers. He tightened his embrace, his firm chest pressing her breasts. The tips budded and she felt the small hard shape of each nipple against him. She could hardly breathe as his tongue invaded more deeply, thrusting into her mouth. Dimly she recognized what his invasion symbolized.
The Jewels of Orchard Hill
By Martha Farabee
Copyright 2012 by Martha Farabee