He felt the springy curls under his palm and the wetness of her arousal as his fingers slicked through her warm folds. She shivered under his assault and he lifted his head from her breast to look at her. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open slightly, her arms stretched above her head and holding on to the arm of the couch. She was so perfect, laid out on his lap like that and he had to kiss her. He ran his tongue across her lips before settling his mouth over hers. As he kissed her, his ...