It felt strange to be in a position where I felt like I was supposed to be there. I turned away from the mirror smiling and fluffed up my hair. I looked hot and I knew it. I felt the dress was perhaps too long but I got the impression it wouldn't be on me for long.
I went back through to Howie. He was sat on the sofa just looking about the room. I walked straight up to him and kissed him. It was a fairly passionate kiss but I continued to be gentle for now as it seemed to be his style.
"You taste really good," I whispered at him. I don't know why I was surprised at how good he tasted but I was.
"I think that's your coffee, Magda," he said smiling before pulling my head into his and kissing me again. It felt strange for him to be controlling me and leading me. I was always in control and I wasn't sure if I liked this change so I moved so I was sitting on top of him and I kissed him harder. He responded to this by moving his hands to my lower back. It felt as though he understood me and was responding to my needs. Maybe I was reading too far into it. No, Mags. You don't read into things. It isn't how you like things.
It wasn't long before we were in bed and, let's just say, it was one hell of a night.