He didn’t have to nudge her lips apart; she opened for him willingly, letting his tongue meet hers in a passionate clash—his fighting for dominance, hers for relief.
Their lips molded perfectly, moving in sync. The only sounds were their heavy breathing and the wet, rhythmic slickness of their mouths. Their moans mingled with the scent of arousal permeating the air, thick and intoxicating. His hand slid up to one of her breasts, kneading and rubbing it tightly. At the same time, his hips kept jerking forward, grinding his bulge against her and making her moan into his mouth.
He pulled away with a hard tug of his teeth against her lower lip. The sudden loss of his mouth on hers left her reeling. She opened her eyes, panting, only to find him lowering himself to his knees. The next moment,
