She’s livid and has every right to be.

Walking up behind her I can feel the anger radiating from her. I place my hands on her hips and grip them tightly so she can’t pull away again.

Moving closer into her, pushing her hair off her shoulder, kissing the nape of her neck then gliding my lips along and up to her ear I whisper, " Just so you know, it’s your honey I crave.”

Turning her around to face me, I gaze into her eyes so she can see the guilt ridden yet hungry look in mine as I move closer to her.

"Your nectar I hunger for."

The anger is still on her face but I can tell it’s starting to fade. My hands are still on her hips pushing her back to the door frame, kissing down her neck to her collar bone. My hands move up, pushing up her dress and exposing her thighs. Her hands on my arms and her nails start to dig, trying to stop me, but knowing she can’t make up her mind.

I slowly drop to my knees, never losing eye contact. "Baby, I long for a taste."

She opens her legs for me and, still looking in her eyes, I move in close, inhaling her sweet aroma. I push my nose into her damp panties and take another deep inhale. My hand moves up and fingers go over the waistband, then I slowly pull her panties down as the other holds up the front of her sundress.

Kissing just above her mound I let my lips glide down. Her panties drop to the floor and she steps out of them, widening her stance. She braces herself on my shoulder as I run my tongue up her slit and I hear a moan, but it’s cut short. She hasn’t spoken one word since I’ve been here and I’m guessing she’s trying her hardest to continue the silent treatment.

I urge her to rest her leg on my shoulder as my hand runs under her right thigh. She refuses to move at first, but I move back in, slipping my tongue between her folds, exploring what’s mine. Finding her clit, I circle it, then press my lips against her aching nub, giving it a kiss.

She straddles her one leg over my shoulder, pushing her hips back as she arches her back, pushing her chest into my hand. I slip my fingers underneath the dress and find one firm breast. Holding up her dress for me, I massage the firm orb teasing the hard nipple between my thumb and index.

I move in, finding her clit immediately, circling my tongue around it, then lightly sucking, repeating both before pushing up with my shoulder, lifting her to her tip toes. I trail my tongue down to her entrance swirling it around before stabbing into her needy hole. She may be angry with me but she can no longer resist. I feel her start to rock her hips up and down my face. Taking that as a cue, I move in further, burying my face deeper between her folds, my nose rubbing the tip of her clit.

Her nectar drips down my chin as I drink up as much as I can between each dive of my tongue. Massaging her breast, I take my face away to take a breath, but before I can exhale I feel her hand is on the back of my head as pulling me forward as she pushes her hips out.

“Oh fuuuck...

­I, ­I hate you!” Is what escapes her lips as she is now unable to control her moans, as my tongue drives inside her pulsing sex.

I shake my head back and forth as her nails dig into the back of my skull, wrapping my right arm around her thigh as I push up. My other arm moves down, gripping her waist, pulling her closer as the tip of my nose presses against her swollen clit. My speed increases as I plunge my tongue as far as it will go.

Her walls tighten as I feel her body start to tremble, her breathing short and quick. She’s close. My hand trailing back up her stomach, stopping between her breasts, holding her against the door frame. I hold her back as I push up again, lifting her once again to her tip toes. Her left hand grips a handful of hair as her right reaches behind her, grabbing the door frame for support.

I feel her body tense as her honey start to flow and she lets out a hesitant cry of pleasure sending chills through my body. I try to catch every bit as it drips down, feeling some roll down my chin.

I’m cut short as she pulls up with the handful of hair, bringing me to my feet. Halfway up she releases it and grabs a fist full of my shirt while pulling me closer. She finally kisses me with such passion, yet animosity, that before I know what is happening I feel her hands flatten out on my chest. She breaks the kiss, and then shoves me back to the other side of the door frame.

I try to hold back the look of shock and a sly grin as my back hits the frame sending a jolt of pain through me. Then confusion runs through me. She knows this when she looks in my eyes. When I look in hers, a tear rolls down her cheek. I see anger, hurt and her own confusion.

I watch her eyes move from mine, to the front door and then look away. A wave of shame returns. It runs through me as I remember what I did to make her so mad.

I know I have no right to say a word so I drop my eyes and take a step towards the door. Before I go any further, I lean down and pick up her tossed panties off the floor, gently folding them.

“I am sorry,” I whisper, while wiping off her nectar from my chin. Then I place her panties in my back pocket. All the while she is watching from the corner of her eye.

As I continue towards the door and reach out to grab the doorknob, I hear the last words that are spoken that night,

“Wait. Lock the door. Lose the clothes."

My heart skips a beat. Looking up, I can see her reflection in the window of the door. She’s heading up stairs while pulling her dress over her head, leaving it where it lies.

A rush of excitement runs through me as I watch her slightly turn her head back to look at me.

"Bring the belt.”