The father of my best friend

"Are you nervous about my presence, Mia?" He touches my leg, which was swinging, holding it in place. "N-no." I answer weakly, and he moves even closer to my face, brushing his thumb over my cheek. "Then why are you breathing so hard?" He smiles in a mischievous way, squeezing my thigh. I close my eyes, leaning back and holding back a moan. I wanted much more than that. I would like to feel his mouth on mine immediately. "Adam…" It's all I can say. "Tell me what you want, Mia." He slides from my cheek to my lips. "Kiss me… please." I almost whisper, fixed on his gaze. Without delay, he does what I ask for gently and sweetly. He asks for entrance with his tongue, and I give it, feeling his mint taste. Our tongues fit perfectly, fast and fiery movements in a sensual game. He bites my lower lip carefully before pulling away and smiling. "Mia, we're about to land." I feel a whisper in my ear. My body shivers and my eyes open back to reality. I had dreamt about my best friend's dad.