Lake:

Champagne, with a strange mix of cranberry vodka. That was what she tasted like. I could not tell if it was her, or my lips on her that carried the flavor, but I enjoyed it regardless. She clasped her lips on mine and tiptoed to deepen our kiss. My fingers spread against the small of her back, and I pulled her closer to me, wanting every inch of her that I could possibly take. Her small arms came around my neck, and she leaned into me, allowing my tongue better entrance into her ...