Chapter Three: Sweet Little ThingTheir lips meet in a gentle, almost tentative press, neither of them rushing to explore more beyond the soft press of lips and lips. When his tongue darts out, it takes her almost by surprise, but she parts her lips and lets him lick into her mouth, the taste of something stronger than the champagne that she had been drinking during the night fill her mouth.
Expert fingers slide up the shirt, pushing aside her bar easily to rub against her n****e. She moans into his kiss as pleasure courses down her spine, her body reacting in ways that she is altogether unfamiliar with.
Confused, she clings to him, curling her fingers in his sort hair as he dominates her lips with his, deepening the kiss, hand massaging and flicking across her n****e, taking more than sh
