Then she felt herself moving, taking a step forward and
reaching out to drape her arms around his neck. She heard the growl he made, deep in his throat, just moments, mere seconds, before he claimed her mouth with a kiss that
seduced any resistance she may have had out of her.
The heated, yet gentle thrust of his tongue as it slipped
between her lips had her whimpering in pleasure, and he
toyed and teased with her tongue while sharing his taste
and the intensity of his hunger. She was trying hard to
understand what was happening to her. Then she decided, why bother. Who could possibly understand how Stone was making her feel? Who could understand why her heart was beating five times its normal rate and how the heat of him was branding her all over, especially in the area between her legs to the point that she felt her panties getting wet.
And when he pressed his body up against her, bringing her closer and letting her feel the magnitude and strength of his arousal, she emitted a soft moan. He was stroking a flame within her and she was a willing victim. She didn’t want to dwell on the decisions she had made yesterday morning. The only thing she wanted to think about was how he was making her feel.
She felt him pulling his mouth away and thought, no, not yet and tightened her arms around him, keeping their mouths locked, as her tongue became the aggressor, doing what his had done to her earlier. She licked the insides of his
mouth from point A to point Z, exploring, tasting, consuming
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