Then, he leaned towards her and brushed his lips over hers. She moaned as his lips caressed, his hand moving through her hair and to her nape and pulling her closer. His tongue moved, probing, exploring and tasting. Her hands went to him, tangled in his hair and pressed his mouth down onto hers.

She was beginning to quiver, her knees feeling weak. The heat emanating from his body was clouding her senses, as was his taste, his scent. As if reading her thoughts he pulled her body against ...